Again? Still?
Thursday was terrible. I finally broke down at work and told Rochelle and Bobbi that I'm feeling overwhelmed: too much is due at the same time, I'm worrying about all of it, I don't know how it's all going to get done in the time the boss wants it, etc. They basically told me that I'm a wimp. We're all overextended here, but it doesn't bother them the way it does me, so they have no sympathy. They said that all publishing is like this, to which I responded that I worked in two big companies were it wasn't. I got all the "There are people with much worse lives than yours out there" and when I said that I know that but I feel overwhelmed anyway, they answered, "Why don't you believe it?" When I said that I was nervous about the surgery, they belittled that, like it's a cakewalk to have a laser under your face removing bone and scraping out your sinus and nasal cavities. "Well, I had knee surgery," B said. Later Bobbi suggested that I get a social life. Like that would help.
Friday sucked but was bearable.
The boss came down on us like a load of bricks today via e-mail, since she's in another state supervising the warehouse and no doubt tearing people new holes over there. More projects, tighter deadlines, and why the hell aren't we done with everything yet? B alternated between helpful and bitch. You know, that I should ask her questions if I don't get something but then she treats me like I'm stupid for asking or forces me to figure things out myself anyway. The usual.
But after all the bullshit from her, near the end of the day she told the boss by phone that we're drowning. We have too much stuff to do.
The worst for me is that we're so overextended that I doubt I'll get fired over the next two months even if I do end up taking more days off if I need them after surgery. They can't afford to fire me. They'll just snipe at and belittle me like they're doing now.
I actually have chest pains over this today. I'd be so much better off if I didn't care about doing this job right.
Friday sucked but was bearable.
The boss came down on us like a load of bricks today via e-mail, since she's in another state supervising the warehouse and no doubt tearing people new holes over there. More projects, tighter deadlines, and why the hell aren't we done with everything yet? B alternated between helpful and bitch. You know, that I should ask her questions if I don't get something but then she treats me like I'm stupid for asking or forces me to figure things out myself anyway. The usual.
But after all the bullshit from her, near the end of the day she told the boss by phone that we're drowning. We have too much stuff to do.
The worst for me is that we're so overextended that I doubt I'll get fired over the next two months even if I do end up taking more days off if I need them after surgery. They can't afford to fire me. They'll just snipe at and belittle me like they're doing now.
I actually have chest pains over this today. I'd be so much better off if I didn't care about doing this job right.