...8 to 5:30...
Ugh, I've never felt more tired from work before. I was supposed to just train this whole first week, it was supposed to be lax, but it has been anything but that. One of my teammates is leaving at the end of the month, so I have to take over all of her cases and files, so I trained for all of maybe half a day on my first day, and after that, they just kept tossing cases and files at me. My cubicle was empty when I started on Monday, and now it's packed full of cases and what not. Geez, these people are intense! Yeah, I'm catching on, but it's just so overwhelming, and pretty soon, there'll only be two of us on the team--not cool. I've been coming in earlier and staying later, and I'm just pooped out by the time I get out. When Paul comes to pick me up, I'm usually so exhausted, I just fall asleep in the car until we get to either the restaurant or back to my place. Man, if this is what corporate America is like, I don't like it one bit! I hadn't anticipated this job taking this much out of me, but it is and now I'm behind in my other work...
I've delayed my film some more, but I have to get it done by the end of this week. I can't drag it out any longer. It's such a pain in the ass though because I still have to interview the Executive Director of our organization, but now that I work Monday through Friday, it's incredibly difficult to find time to head out to the East Bay to interview him. I'm gonna have to think of something so I can get this done this week, but man, that's just more to add to my already fatty plate of things to do. At this rate, I'll be obese from all the things on my plate. Adding to the existing stress created from having two jobs, it's also tax time and I need to send all my stuff to my sister. This wouldn't be such a difficult thing to do if it weren't for the fact that I have all my crap scattered everywhere from the move; I've still yet to settle into my apartment and room. Again, it's something I must get done by this weekend because I'm running out of time...
Paul and I went to see John Cleese tonight after I got off work. We left at intermission though because I was so tired, I fell asleep through the whole first half and it just didn't seem worth it to stay for the whole thing if I was just gonna sleep through it anyway. Not that the guy wasn't funny, but I was just really pooped out. Besides, most of the asides he was making were in reference to a time not mine--my generation was Saved By The Bell, not Monty Python. Sorry Mr. Cleese, the tickets were meant to be a birthday present for my friend who totally loves you, but she couldn't make it and I didn't want the tickets to go to waste since I already paid for them. Ah well, c'est la vie...
Alrighty, time for this old man to hit the sack...
I've delayed my film some more, but I have to get it done by the end of this week. I can't drag it out any longer. It's such a pain in the ass though because I still have to interview the Executive Director of our organization, but now that I work Monday through Friday, it's incredibly difficult to find time to head out to the East Bay to interview him. I'm gonna have to think of something so I can get this done this week, but man, that's just more to add to my already fatty plate of things to do. At this rate, I'll be obese from all the things on my plate. Adding to the existing stress created from having two jobs, it's also tax time and I need to send all my stuff to my sister. This wouldn't be such a difficult thing to do if it weren't for the fact that I have all my crap scattered everywhere from the move; I've still yet to settle into my apartment and room. Again, it's something I must get done by this weekend because I'm running out of time...
Paul and I went to see John Cleese tonight after I got off work. We left at intermission though because I was so tired, I fell asleep through the whole first half and it just didn't seem worth it to stay for the whole thing if I was just gonna sleep through it anyway. Not that the guy wasn't funny, but I was just really pooped out. Besides, most of the asides he was making were in reference to a time not mine--my generation was Saved By The Bell, not Monty Python. Sorry Mr. Cleese, the tickets were meant to be a birthday present for my friend who totally loves you, but she couldn't make it and I didn't want the tickets to go to waste since I already paid for them. Ah well, c'est la vie...
Alrighty, time for this old man to hit the sack...