lolabobs | A very strange friday

On Thursday work sent letters to all my offenders, telling that I was leaving for a period of time and telling them their new officer details. I had of course, told lots of them myself anyway, but I still got loads of 'phone calls all day Friday from people not wanting a cange of officer - one guy even called from prison, using his precious 'phonecard, to wish me well and thank me for the workI'd done with him.

I spent Friday in a wierd, manic mood as a consequence. There's so much uncertainty at work at the minute. My employers are merging with another area to become a Trust, and within my office there are loads of moves afoot with regards office spaces etc. I shall miss all that and I'm growing anxious about coming back after such a long absence to such a changed environment. I'm also worrying about my cases - some of my colleagues are spectacular, others not so much, and I'm worrying about the welfare of my clients - some of whom I've been working with for 2years. I don't know. Conversely, as a result of my work load being taken from me, I am having time to get everything up to date, which is a first - certainly over the last 5 years there has never been a sense of having everything done and on schedule, so I don't know wat to do with that feeling either.

Such a strange mix of work emotions has taken my mind away from the practical op fears itself, and means I haven't had any time to consider the emotional implications of the procedure at all. I'm not sure any of this is a good thing.

In other news:
I watched the live Eastenders and the aftermath show (having not watched it for around 3 years) and I fell a little bit for Bradley *and* his dad. Then realised that I had fancied teh Dad years and years ago when he had a role in Casualty and I had written his name down on a scrap of paper so I didn't forget it! Then really freakily, yesterday I was at Mum's and watched a Miss Marple tv movie - and he was in that!

I watched the Sports Relief dancing and it was entertaining. Though the Holby woman was rubbish.

I watched Masterchef - I swear Greg anbd John say exactly the same thing every single episode - and yet I still watch.

The three statements above represent the most television I have watched in months.