It's 5:30 in the morning.
Let me repeat that. It's FIVE THIRTY in the morning. Anyone who knows me will know that I am about the world's farthest thing from a morning person. At the best of times, I'm an insomniac, and I'm much better at 2am after having been awake all day than I ever am at say, well, FIVE THIRTY after trying to sleep all night.
Basically, my job is trying to kill me.
I'm still doing the job for the woman in my office who got hurt and won't be back for god knows how long. Besides, once she gets back, she won't know how to do her job anymore, so I'll either have to train her, or keep doing it until she gets caught up again, but still. So we've had a casual in to do MY job, while I do her job. Except, for the past two weeks, we couldn't get anyone. So, instead of doing the job that already had me averaging a couple of hours of over time every few days, I was doing two jobs. My original job, and the job I'm covering. And having disaster after disaster that pulled me entirely away from the job I'm covering.
So now, it's two weeks later, I put out all of the metaphorical fires, while getting behind like whoa on my other job, and I've got a two inch high stack of emails (literal, not metaphorical) that all need to be answered this second, and people getting pissy at me because of all the stuff I'm behind on. Oh, plus about two major projects that have to be done by the end of today, while doing all that stuff.
BREATHE.
Thank god I've got a sense of humour. If I didn't? I'd be crying right now.
Basically, my job is trying to kill me.
I'm still doing the job for the woman in my office who got hurt and won't be back for god knows how long. Besides, once she gets back, she won't know how to do her job anymore, so I'll either have to train her, or keep doing it until she gets caught up again, but still. So we've had a casual in to do MY job, while I do her job. Except, for the past two weeks, we couldn't get anyone. So, instead of doing the job that already had me averaging a couple of hours of over time every few days, I was doing two jobs. My original job, and the job I'm covering. And having disaster after disaster that pulled me entirely away from the job I'm covering.
So now, it's two weeks later, I put out all of the metaphorical fires, while getting behind like whoa on my other job, and I've got a two inch high stack of emails (literal, not metaphorical) that all need to be answered this second, and people getting pissy at me because of all the stuff I'm behind on. Oh, plus about two major projects that have to be done by the end of today, while doing all that stuff.
BREATHE.
Thank god I've got a sense of humour. If I didn't? I'd be crying right now.