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It's probably a sign of being overworked when you wake up in the middle of the night feeling like you're going to throw up and you first thought is "Oh please, please, please let me have caught a stomach bug so I can stay home with a clean conscience"
The last couple of weeks have been rough. Three of my old people, who I liked a lot died last week. One of them was barely fifty years old. You try to be professional but the loss is like a dark mass hanging off your shoulders. To make things worse, our schedule planner is away and the new woman is... making things very difficult. I haven't had two days off in a row in almost three weeks and this week I was supposed to work seven days in a row. The daily schedule has been insane, leaving us running like rats trying to keep up (doesn't work). Then someone at the economy department decided to cancel our parking spots and our office since they couldn't be bothered to find out what we we using them for (seriously?!) and we didn't find out until we started getting parking tickets. Now most of the cars won't start since we can't plug in any heating in the -25 degrees we have been blessed with the last couple of days. There are also three new people learning the job which make things a lot more stressful for the rest of us since they can't keep up with the tempo. One of them has been calling me non stop for three days, and I do mean non stop about everything from being lost to asking how to change light bulbs (I'm not even kidding). To do an impossible job and being nice to people who are annoyed with you for something you can't control while someone is calling you about twenty times a day can be very trying.
I'm covered in cold sweat, I feel absolutely awful but I am so very happy about it. So very, very happy.
To misquote one of my favourite characters "Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four hours of sleep and now a Stomach flu. Oh, it's Christmas!"
The last couple of weeks have been rough. Three of my old people, who I liked a lot died last week. One of them was barely fifty years old. You try to be professional but the loss is like a dark mass hanging off your shoulders. To make things worse, our schedule planner is away and the new woman is... making things very difficult. I haven't had two days off in a row in almost three weeks and this week I was supposed to work seven days in a row. The daily schedule has been insane, leaving us running like rats trying to keep up (doesn't work). Then someone at the economy department decided to cancel our parking spots and our office since they couldn't be bothered to find out what we we using them for (seriously?!) and we didn't find out until we started getting parking tickets. Now most of the cars won't start since we can't plug in any heating in the -25 degrees we have been blessed with the last couple of days. There are also three new people learning the job which make things a lot more stressful for the rest of us since they can't keep up with the tempo. One of them has been calling me non stop for three days, and I do mean non stop about everything from being lost to asking how to change light bulbs (I'm not even kidding). To do an impossible job and being nice to people who are annoyed with you for something you can't control while someone is calling you about twenty times a day can be very trying.
I'm covered in cold sweat, I feel absolutely awful but I am so very happy about it. So very, very happy.
To misquote one of my favourite characters "Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four hours of sleep and now a Stomach flu. Oh, it's Christmas!"