Advance notice, this post may contain some small amounts of bitching. I warn you in advance because I don't want to hear complaints of bitching. I rarely bitch. (Yes, I was just hit by lighting).
Things are crazy busy at work. No, I am not, in any shape or form, bitching about this. I am glad things are crazy, it means I still have a job, it means I am less scared about doom and gloom.
I couldn't work 15 hour days and still not get enough done. My "to do" list gets longer and longer each day. I dream of the day when I look down at the list and see neat little checkmarks in the box next to what ever action item I have scribbled down. It is almost as good as a wet dream.
The reason this dream is so sublime, so intensly wonderful, is because it will never happen. That is okay, I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. (See how I reminded myself right there?) Everyday I come in, rarely take an actual lunch and find new and inventive ways to create reports and my projections. Have I ever mentioned my hatred of statistics? Statistics often succeed at making me their bitch. Which is cool, I hardly get to be anyone's bitch anymore.
What I hate? People who take vacation when they really can't afford to. Now I don't mean this in the monetary sense, and I don't mean this in the they don't have enough vacation time way. I mean they take vacation but don't have their shit together at the office. Which means I get to help out. Now, I am a team player, I will always help out. But it gets old, especially when the same person refuses to be a team player themselves.
Sigh, and cheers to another day!
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