Well I went back to work today, having spent my enforced two day exile mostly sat in the garden (apart from the visit to my GP and picking up the car from the garage on Monday). Must admit that when I drove into the carpark I got the same familiar sinking sensation I’ve had for quite a while (no headache tho). I wander in and greet my close work colleagues who fuss around me (but not too much cos I think they know I would’ve cried if they had). Got told I missed a cute delivery man yesterday - damn! Was collared by the MD. “I’ve booked a meeting from 9.30, which is before the one you have with John. But we need to iron out what we’re going to discuss at that meeting so can you pop in and see me before we go to the other building?” I readily agree and make myself a cup of tea. Before I get chance to have more than two mouthfuls Production are on the phone, “Come over, we don’t know what we’re doing!”. So I explain to the MD that I’m going over to sort them out but I’ll be back for a quick discussion prior to the meeting. At 9.40 they ring up trying to find me. The f***ing IT department haven’t done their part of the job properly, none of the hardware works and all the PQ scripts are wrong. I tell them I’ll be up in 5 and explain to the IT guy exactly what the hardware should be doing and leave him to it. The meeting actually went reasonably well, though it ran for 2 hours instead of 1. Loads of work that was just piling up and (almost literally) drowning me was palmed off onto different people. I got my two cents worth in about how shoddily we as a company, and me as an individual, have been treated by the system vendor. Checked that Production hardware was now working OK (it was almost apart from the keyboard wedge emulation software not running, so started that. Managed 10 minutes for lunch and then went back to check on Production. They seem to be reasonably OK apart from one of the barcode scanners resolutely refuses to scan. I try everything I can think of but have to go have a chat with the DBA so that he can finish something off sharpish. Wander back to my own building about 15.30, to be greeted by the MD (again) who still wants a ‘chat’. He apologises for how bad things have got and asks me a) why it got as bad as it did and b) what would make it better. We discuss what went wrong, including me telling him that I would never work for the guy ‘in charge’ (hah!) of the project ever again - promised he’d have my notice first. We eventually agree that the post-mortem is over and I tell him that to make things better I need to know what’s required, when it’s needed (no you can’t have everything at once) and the tools to actually perform the tasks (hey a live database would help, but I’ve been asking for that for over a month already). The MD said that he didn’t realise that there was still so much work to do before we could actually use the system, personally I think he’s been misled. Anyway, the upshot is that I feel a lot less pressured, I know what I’ve got to do and who else is doing what rather than everything just landing on my desk. My problems with the vendor are going to be escalated upwards (fuck knows what’ll happen there - prob nowt). And my Ménières seems to be subsiding at least a bit. I don’t know whether the medication is having an effect, whether lower stress is helping or what, but the dizziness, at least when I’m upright, is going and that means I feel less nauseous.