Breaking point
I dropped the bomb today.
I've been pretending everything was going fine and dandy for too long. Part shame, part pride, but both of those are good reasons for hiding what was going on.
I walked into my boss's office today and told him that I couldn't handle it anymore. Not the way things are going now. I've been working fifty hours a week for the past few weeks and I still don't have enough time to do what I should be doing.
It's not that I don't want to do it and it's certainly not that I can't do it. I like my job and I know I'm very capable.
It's just that I've been doing two people's jobs in one person's time. Less, even. If you subtract my telephone shifts, I'm left with 32.5 hours in which I'm supposed to do 60 hours worth of work.
It's just too much.
My boss sympathized and understood where I was coming from. He just wished I would have come to him sooner. Which I can understand and wish I had done. We're going to have a long talk tomorrow together with two of my colleagues to see what we can do about this situation. I wish I could say I was relieved, that a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, but my stomach is still tied in a huge knot. Maybe tomorrow, after we have (hopefully) come up with solutions, I'll feel better. I'm glad I told him; I even regret not saying anything sooner.
I want to feel good about going to work again and I don't want to have to drag myself to work. I want to want to go, not have to go!
I've been pretending everything was going fine and dandy for too long. Part shame, part pride, but both of those are good reasons for hiding what was going on.
I walked into my boss's office today and told him that I couldn't handle it anymore. Not the way things are going now. I've been working fifty hours a week for the past few weeks and I still don't have enough time to do what I should be doing.
It's not that I don't want to do it and it's certainly not that I can't do it. I like my job and I know I'm very capable.
It's just that I've been doing two people's jobs in one person's time. Less, even. If you subtract my telephone shifts, I'm left with 32.5 hours in which I'm supposed to do 60 hours worth of work.
It's just too much.
My boss sympathized and understood where I was coming from. He just wished I would have come to him sooner. Which I can understand and wish I had done. We're going to have a long talk tomorrow together with two of my colleagues to see what we can do about this situation. I wish I could say I was relieved, that a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, but my stomach is still tied in a huge knot. Maybe tomorrow, after we have (hopefully) come up with solutions, I'll feel better. I'm glad I told him; I even regret not saying anything sooner.
I want to feel good about going to work again and I don't want to have to drag myself to work. I want to want to go, not have to go!