Update!
First! I'm alive!
As previously anticipated, January was Hell Month, because of DeadlinesTM and surprise!meetings booked within a hair's breadth of each other. Also, as previously anticipated, I got nothing else done.
For what it's worth, I managed to complete all the work by the end of January in advance of the actual due dates (the client inquired about the status the very same day I made the final report someone else's problem), and was able to pawn off -- with my supervisor's approval -- another large chunk of work onto someone else (who still hasn't completed it, but that's not my problem anymore).
The first week of February was spent a little shell-shocked because I... didn't have anything to do? Well, I had things to do, but the pressure is low and there's no deadline. By the second week of February, I've adapted to the lower stress level and have become particularly gleeful about the fact that I'm doing my actual job for a change, instead of all of this other shit that keeps getting dumped in my lap. This week, I've been nibbling at the cuticles of my fingernails, because I know this little blissful universe I'm currently finding myself in isn't going to last.
I am, however, ignoring the Negative Nancy in the corner, who keeps stomping its foot angrily because I'm not anxiously preparing myself for the shit hitting the fan. I am going to keep sticking my head in the goddamn sand and appreciating the bearable workload that I have now.
Which means that I can get on with my other, non-work related projects! More on that, soon.
As previously anticipated, January was Hell Month, because of DeadlinesTM and surprise!meetings booked within a hair's breadth of each other. Also, as previously anticipated, I got nothing else done.
For what it's worth, I managed to complete all the work by the end of January in advance of the actual due dates (the client inquired about the status the very same day I made the final report someone else's problem), and was able to pawn off -- with my supervisor's approval -- another large chunk of work onto someone else (who still hasn't completed it, but that's not my problem anymore).
The first week of February was spent a little shell-shocked because I... didn't have anything to do? Well, I had things to do, but the pressure is low and there's no deadline. By the second week of February, I've adapted to the lower stress level and have become particularly gleeful about the fact that I'm doing my actual job for a change, instead of all of this other shit that keeps getting dumped in my lap. This week, I've been nibbling at the cuticles of my fingernails, because I know this little blissful universe I'm currently finding myself in isn't going to last.
I am, however, ignoring the Negative Nancy in the corner, who keeps stomping its foot angrily because I'm not anxiously preparing myself for the shit hitting the fan. I am going to keep sticking my head in the goddamn sand and appreciating the bearable workload that I have now.
Which means that I can get on with my other, non-work related projects! More on that, soon.