I’m ready for shit to calm down a little. For the last six weeks I have been working in a different department, covering reception until they got a new person hired.
Problems with this:
A) I was told the whole deal would be four weeks, maximum. Now I’m being told two more weeks.
B) I had to take my old job with me. In addition, a coworker left for a new job and I have taken on a lot of what she used to do, and I’m terribly clueless. (Bonus: she is excellent about answering my emailed questions.)
C) The temporary position is insane. Multiple telephone lines ringing, tweakers at the window, social workers behind me asking for things…when there is a quiet moment, I have to dive into the tasks from my other job, and quite frankly, my brain is fried.
D) Friday I was informed by my temporary supervisor that I am willfully disregarding and refusing to do things I have been told to do. One example being that when I overhead page someone to call the front desk, I don’t end with “thank you”. I was never instructed that I had to do that, but it has suddenly become a huge deal.
All of the extra stress has made me exhausted, unpleasant, and in a daze. I come home at 5 and am on my own with the baby while dad is at work. As much as I love seeing my little monkey, some nights I’m hoping bedtime will hurry up. My mother also sold her house and the piece of property we have had since 1984. For the first time in 30 years, our family address and phone number are different. If I stop and think about it, I get kinda sad…and tonight, we are all up with a screaming baby, trying to determine what’s bothering her. Dad finally got her to sleep, but I’m afraid to move her. I’ve got another super fun sinus infection as well, no doubt not helped by the stress, the rest I have been missing, and the bad eating I have been doing lately. So, fuck it. The end.