Well, today I almost handed in my resignation. If it were JUST the workload, I could take it. And if it were JUST being low man on the totem pole, I could probably take it. And if it were JUST that my work is taken for granted. Or if it were JUST that they didn't give me the access to our database I need. Or if I didn't have to work around to get almost anything (I mean, I'm buying office supplies out of my own pocket because I can't get them through channels.) Or that I see a 20-something new hire get the training I've been begging for for several years.
The final straw was last night when, a little before I left (at 7:30pm), I found out that a box of our magazines that I'd been waiting for came in almost a week ago. Someone signed for the box, opened it and pulled out a bunch of magazines, and then had our mail clerk put them in our back room. Never said anything to me, didn't send me an e-mail ... just dumped all of our new magazines in a storage room and left them.
Oh, {{{Todd}}} -- that's rough. And, sadly, all those JUSTs seem to coincide all too often.
Oh, Todd, {{{{{hugs}}}}}. Sorry things are so frustrating. ~ma for you.
I came in this morning and our president - who gets in early early early - had taken a story on the Minnesota I-35W bridge from another magazine and taped it up in the coffee room. Then talked to my boss - the editor of our magazine - about how we ought to do a story on it.
Thing is, I've been doing a monthly update on the bridge for the past year. Almost every month - progress reports, comments, quotes from people involved, pictures even.
And I'm working on our biggest issue of the year, I'm trying to keep track of the ads (our sales guy keeps selling more ... and he tells people to just send in what they have, that I'll make it work), develop artwork, write the sections I'm responsible for, proofread and edit other stories, upload files to our printer's FTP site (because if I leave it until later it'll take me 12 hours to do it ... if I can do it at all), PLUS I'm handling all our publication orders because the person who normally does it is on vacation. For three weeks. I didn't make it to the F2F this year largely because I couldn't get the time off - it wasn't convenient. And it looks like I'll lose leave time because it sure isn't convenient to take time off now ... or, it seems, just about any time.
Gronk. I taught a class at 8 and a class at 9:35 today. And I was supposed to teach one at 2:20, also, but I was feeling so exhausted that I knew there was no way that I could make it, so I sent out an email canceling it, and came back home and slept until about 3, then on and off for the rest of the afternoon.
(This is actually entirely my fault. I know which med help me stay awake, and I keep forgetting to refill them. Me = dumb.)
Anyway, the depression's kicking my ass ... I think I'll go home and see if I can find something to cheer me up. I know I have some wine in the fridge ... and DVDs.
Stabbity stab stab-ma to Toddson's workplace.
Congrats to GG!
Meanwhile, in the world of me, I just got cast in
Deathtrap
as the psychic neighbour lady. Yay for having something to rehearse again! (And in the meanwhile, the SingAlongASoundOfMusic I'm helping organise is looming ever closer...)
A few of my favorite things ....
{{{Toddson}}} Work crap can just beat you down so badly. I'm so sorry.
And, I'm back at work now. We have parent-teacher open house that starts in...oh, now. I better go!
We have parent-teacher open house that starts in...oh, now. I better go!
Oooh, we had one of those last night! And speaking of going - meep, nearly 7am, REALLY ought to get my arse out the door and get to work!
