The thing I am working on is super frustrating and I am supposed to be splitting the work with someone else but my boss always overbooks that someone else so that I do all of the work even though I’m still learning how to put this stuff together for the reports. So I basically do 95% of the work and get like maybe half of the credit I deserve.
And now I am behind on this thing because I’ve had to call out the last two days and I was too busy and/or too exhausted to get any work done from home.
Did you know that worrying about and taking care of your person when “I think I really need to go to the dentist,” turns into emergency oral surgery with anesthesia in less than 24 hours is exhausting? (He’s fine. A little sore, generally feeling lousy, but that’s to be expected.) It’s not really the taking care of part that is exhausting so much as the worry and the inability to actually make them immediately physically better that is.
I am going to have to work basically all weekend to catch up from this which sucks but this was more important. This is always going to be more important.
I managed to leave a small bottle of Sutter Home White Zinfandel in my purse while simultaneously forgetting to grab my work bathroom key out of the pocket of the dress I wore on Friday.
Good job, AT. You sure are crushing it on this here Monday.