What A Week

I wish I had some funny, witty story to tell you about my kids and family, but I feel like I've barely seen them. It's even hard for me to keep track of what stinking day it is!!! Work life just really sucks . . . So it has officially been the l o n g e s t week of my working life. As of today I already have 51 hours of work in since last Friday and tomorrow will mark the seventh day in a row I have worked.

You see, my boss is a control freak. I have discussed this before . . . I have been employed at my current job for 7 months. For the first 4 all I did was download spreadsheets and make file folder labels . . . oh - and copies too. I quickly realized that it was much easier for my boss to give me all the crappy "busy" work . . . than to take the time to actually show me things to do that would require an actual brain or a working knowledge of accounting.

About a month after I started we all found out she was pregnant. She then informed me that she had this "plan" to show me everything she does so when she went out on maternity leave I would be all set. Ummmm . . . well you can certainly do the math . . . that really never happened.

Fast forward 6 months and she ends up having to deliver her baby two months early and now she is out for an undetermined amount of time . . . leaving me and all her other subordinates scrambling for our lives.

I am so angry at this woman!!!! And - before you even say it - I feel horrible for feeling angry. Here this poor woman had to deliver a 3lb 10oz baby . . . two months early . . . with toxemia so bad they still can't get her blood pressure under control . . . . and all I want to do is yell at her. I want to freaking reach through the phone and slap some sense into her controlling, anal, perfectionist little head . . . . ahem . . . and I hear her through the receiver apologizing for how bad she feels about leaving us with so many things unsettled . . . and I'm so mad and frustrated that I can't even hear what she's saying.

I spent 7 hours yesterday trying to figure out how to make ONE month end entry. ONE . . . that was my entire day . . . and that probably wouldn't suck so bad, but that has been the story of pretty much every day since she's left. This woman did everything . . . she had to be involved in everything so now everything is falling on my coworkers and myself. Which that alone would be a challenge, but factor in that she didn't really show us how to do much of anything . . . we are floundering like fish out of water. I woke up last night at 1:30 a.m. thinking about all the stuff I have to accomplish before tomorrow . . . my mind wouldn't shut off . . .

My mind is so tired that I can barely function and by the time I get home at night I end up falling asleep in the chair or on the couch because I am so exhausted. I am completely mentally and emotionally drained . . . . I find myself just wishing I could have one whole day to myself . . . to stay in my pj's and curl up with a blanket . . . watch some horrible daytime TV and just piss an entire day away.

But - not tomorrow, because there is work to be done . . . entries to ponder . . . nervous breakdowns to be had. The only thing that keeps me sane is my absolutely fabulous partner in crime Gina (I love you Gina!!!) who has helped me make some serious lemonade out of some rotten old lemons. She makes me laugh until I cry . . . and that's exactly what I need.