Dreary day, dreary mood

Ever have one of those days where you just want to out and slug someone? I've had one of those two weeks lately, and there doesn't appear to be any relief in sight. Seems the boss has switched my job to where all I will be doing from now on is heavy lifting of crates every single day, instead of the variety that I have enjoyed at my job of late. It's all because someone accused me of doing something I did not do, and unfortunately, he believed the complainant instead of me, and as a result, I am being punished for something that I am not guilty of. It has me pretty incensed and unfortunately, I am cursed with a very bad temper and once aroused, it's very tough for me to let go of anger. I don't know why this sudden reversal of what has been a fairly pleasant work experience of late, but sometimes I think that my boss gets rattled by complaints and rather than deal with it, he sticks it to the person who has been complained about, whether or not that person really deserved it. In my experience, he doesn't really deal well with stress and makes very poor decisions when he feels put upon, and I know for a fact that complaints from co-workers rattle him a great deal and make him do stupid things. I don't know how to tactfully confront him about this issue and let him know that this change in my job does not please me and it also risks subjecting me to further injury, as if I haven't spent enough money in the past two years visiting my physical therapist for rehab of a long list of injuries. Of course, I could always claim Workman's Comp if I get hurt on the job and really stick it to the library, and if that happens, I won't hesitate for a minute to do just that. After all, the library pays into it and that is what it is there for. So if they want me off work due to injuries, they've just taken the first step in ensuring that. I suppose, therefore, that I can be excused my foul mood. I am, after all, 51 years old, not 21, and while I have been working out for a while, the very real fact is that for two years now, I've shouldered my share of injuries, some of which could be indirectly attributed to my job and I should have claimed Workman's Comp, particularly for the tennis elbow I had a few years ago that was directly caused by too much lifting of heavy objects at work. I wish I'd claimed it then but if it comes back, and I have felt alarming twinges in that same elbow of late, then I will claim Workmans' Comp and hope that if I have used up my yearly allotment of PT sessions, that I can still go to them and have them paid for by them and not my insurance. So, Danger, Will Robinson, this middle aged peri-menopausal chick is in a foul mood and is not to be trifled with! Just to give fair warning to y'all.

I AM CALM NOW.......

OK, I've calmed down in the few hours since I wrote the above post. Part of what had me pissed was the fact that my boss was sort of brushing me off this afternoon when I wanted to bring a few things to his attention that he needed to know about. All I could figure was that he was mad at me or something because I was in a bad mood all day while he was out on one of our vehicles and I was afraid that someone in the office reported my mood to him or something stupid like that. So I called his office from my cell phone while riding the bus home and got just his voice mail and left a message there. Then I decided to call him when I got home and when I got him on the phone, he apologized for his rather brusque mood this afternoon. He said that he'd just gotten in the door from being out on the road, and found too many important e-mails in his inbox that he didn't have time to address, one in particular from HR about an upcoming position study that he just didn't feel like dealing with at the end of a long, tiring workday. So he was very apologetic and didn't want me to spend an entire holiday weekend worrying about him being mad at me, so he told me everything's fine, don't worry. That took the edge off of my anger at him and now I feel like everything's, as he jokingly calls it "copascetic". I'm so glad I called him and had a chance to make sure that we're still cool at work and that everything's fine and not to worry about a thing. I'm still a little miffed at being assigned the work that I am, but maybe next week when he's in a better mood, I can ask him what's up with that and see if I can talk him into changing things back to the way they were. I know we're short handed at the moment and everyone's stressed about that, and that's part of what had him in a bit of a snit this afternoon. He admitted that everyone's upset about things and that maybe during our next staff meeting, we can iron a few issues out to where everyone won't be so overwrought about things. This would make me feel better, too. So our conversation set my mind at ease and I took the time to write him a thank you e-mail telling him that I appreciated the chance to talk to him and be reassured that everything's OK at work. Phew! What a relief!