Friday at last. Thank the Lord.
Apr. 4th, 2003 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foxmonkeyOy, such a week!!!
One of those "I hate my job intensely" type weeks. Stress with family and stress at work do not a winning team make.
Had a mini-breakdown Wednesday, and that *never* happens. As I told Mr. Foxmonkey, I don't believe in it, and I don't. I knew a woman, a strong woman, you'd think, who pretty much emotionally blackmailed the rest of the people in our group. I thought she was one of the strongest and most pulled together women I'd ever known - until I worked with her. Jeebus, the histrionics! She was a passive-agressive bully, and made our lives miserable. Unfortunately, our immediate manager was a wimp and wouldn't take a firm stand with this woman. Again, jeebus.
Anyway! So Wednesday I'm looking for notes on a procedure I'd only performed once before. I know what comes after D, but can't think of steps A-C. And I could almost see the instructions, I *knew* I'd seen them. A frustrated, stressed-out foxmonkey is not a happy foxmonkey. Asked the junior member of our team (a year more junior than myself) if she could remember the procedure, but she couldn't. Then she started, "What *I* would do..." Aaaaaah! Not what I want to hear! She does this all the time. Sometimes I just want to vent a little, I'm not asking for advice, but she very nearly always starts with, "What *I* would do..." Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!!!! Which is wrong and horrible of me, because she's insanely sweet and I really like her.
So I'm frustrated and stressed and the boss has just emailed, asking me to fill in on a project I know *nothing* about. Not being able to find my notes for this procedure was the last straw. Started crying in my co-worker's office. She hugged me, soothed me and gave me a tissue, and I got myself under control. Then she found the instructions in an email message we'd all received (lurking in my friggin' mailbox and I hadn't seen it), and I was much happier. :-)
Breakdown = not fun.
Got to work earlyearly today to make up an hour I'd taken off earlier in the week. Worked a half hour over the nine I already needed to put in. Last four hours was stressful to the max. Aiii! Missing documents! Find it online, but only 24 or 56 pages will print, and must print one. page. at. a. time.! Must be downstairs in the next twenty minutes! Aiiiiii!!!
Deep, cleansing breaths. It's Friday. I'm going to my peaceful, happy Friday place now.
I shall relax. And maybe eat some ice cream. :-)
One of those "I hate my job intensely" type weeks. Stress with family and stress at work do not a winning team make.
Had a mini-breakdown Wednesday, and that *never* happens. As I told Mr. Foxmonkey, I don't believe in it, and I don't. I knew a woman, a strong woman, you'd think, who pretty much emotionally blackmailed the rest of the people in our group. I thought she was one of the strongest and most pulled together women I'd ever known - until I worked with her. Jeebus, the histrionics! She was a passive-agressive bully, and made our lives miserable. Unfortunately, our immediate manager was a wimp and wouldn't take a firm stand with this woman. Again, jeebus.
Anyway! So Wednesday I'm looking for notes on a procedure I'd only performed once before. I know what comes after D, but can't think of steps A-C. And I could almost see the instructions, I *knew* I'd seen them. A frustrated, stressed-out foxmonkey is not a happy foxmonkey. Asked the junior member of our team (a year more junior than myself) if she could remember the procedure, but she couldn't. Then she started, "What *I* would do..." Aaaaaah! Not what I want to hear! She does this all the time. Sometimes I just want to vent a little, I'm not asking for advice, but she very nearly always starts with, "What *I* would do..." Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!!!! Which is wrong and horrible of me, because she's insanely sweet and I really like her.
So I'm frustrated and stressed and the boss has just emailed, asking me to fill in on a project I know *nothing* about. Not being able to find my notes for this procedure was the last straw. Started crying in my co-worker's office. She hugged me, soothed me and gave me a tissue, and I got myself under control. Then she found the instructions in an email message we'd all received (lurking in my friggin' mailbox and I hadn't seen it), and I was much happier. :-)
Breakdown = not fun.
Got to work earlyearly today to make up an hour I'd taken off earlier in the week. Worked a half hour over the nine I already needed to put in. Last four hours was stressful to the max. Aiii! Missing documents! Find it online, but only 24 or 56 pages will print, and must print one. page. at. a. time.! Must be downstairs in the next twenty minutes! Aiiiiii!!!
Deep, cleansing breaths. It's Friday. I'm going to my peaceful, happy Friday place now.
I shall relax. And maybe eat some ice cream. :-)
