Stressbunny
John is out of town. He left last Thursday evening and the days leading up to his departure ramped up my anxiety to the point that I was crying on the job. I hate it when he leaves because he puts me in charge and I always make mistakes. I'm sure they're not fatal, but I always feel bad about them. Plus, I have to talk to strangers on the phone.
So far, though, the mistakes have been John's. He started us on an extremely time-sensitive job before he left, but he misunderstood part of it and had us do it wrong. Then he told us to leave early to go deal with something else. Then, on Friday, he diverted us again to deal with the same something else (which we finished). The upshot is that I got an angry phone call on Friday evening which led me to crying for half an hour. On Saturday, I was told about the mistake so I dragged a co-worker in (thank god he was available) to fix it and made Ross crawl down into a hole in the floor to undo all the work we had done on Thursday. I also scared off the floor people which was a blessing for me since it allowed us to finish the work yesterday without having to damage a brand new floor. But then we had to finish all the work yesterday so they could continue on their impossible schedule. I was there for eleven hours, mostly by myself, to get it all done.
But now I get to breathe and take care of office stuff (I'm woefully behind). Unfortunately, I'm writing this entry in an effort to avoid talking to strangers on the phone. Plus, there are now people in the space downstairs and they're making a hell of a lot of noise. It makes me uncomfortable to have them there because there are no locked doors between me and them. They can walk up the stairs straight into this office. On the other stairs, into the warehouse space where we keep the trucks, there isn't a door at all. I don't think this is a tenable arrangement.
Sigh. I've started being more practical about that whole getting a new job thing. Ross is going to get me a text on basic programming so I can shore up my skills and then I just have to figure out what I want to do...
Needless to say, Ross doesn't like me much when I'm stressed.
So far, though, the mistakes have been John's. He started us on an extremely time-sensitive job before he left, but he misunderstood part of it and had us do it wrong. Then he told us to leave early to go deal with something else. Then, on Friday, he diverted us again to deal with the same something else (which we finished). The upshot is that I got an angry phone call on Friday evening which led me to crying for half an hour. On Saturday, I was told about the mistake so I dragged a co-worker in (thank god he was available) to fix it and made Ross crawl down into a hole in the floor to undo all the work we had done on Thursday. I also scared off the floor people which was a blessing for me since it allowed us to finish the work yesterday without having to damage a brand new floor. But then we had to finish all the work yesterday so they could continue on their impossible schedule. I was there for eleven hours, mostly by myself, to get it all done.
But now I get to breathe and take care of office stuff (I'm woefully behind). Unfortunately, I'm writing this entry in an effort to avoid talking to strangers on the phone. Plus, there are now people in the space downstairs and they're making a hell of a lot of noise. It makes me uncomfortable to have them there because there are no locked doors between me and them. They can walk up the stairs straight into this office. On the other stairs, into the warehouse space where we keep the trucks, there isn't a door at all. I don't think this is a tenable arrangement.
Sigh. I've started being more practical about that whole getting a new job thing. Ross is going to get me a text on basic programming so I can shore up my skills and then I just have to figure out what I want to do...
Needless to say, Ross doesn't like me much when I'm stressed.