*sigh*
[Written on Wednesday, September 20, 2006, but not posted until now in order to keep the focus on the Great Scissors Giveaway]
I went in to work today for the first time in a week. What with being sick last week, then Phoebe’s problems and then the software deployment this weekend and subsequent recovery and troubleshooting of problems relating to the deployment, I worked from home all of that time. Which is nice, but sometimes you need a change, right?
Ugh.
I wish I hadn’t come in. First of all, I’m starting to notice that I don’t hit my work stride until 1:00 or 2:00 PM. I might have to do something about this, like modify my working hours or something. I don’t know.
Anyway, the day started with getting out of bed late this morning because Terry is the current keeper of the alarm clock and he didn’t realize that I had to be in for a 9:00 AM meeting. Whoops! During a hurried attempt to go from bed to the car in 30 minutes (didn’t happen), I checked my BlackBerry (these things are the most evil devices in the universe) and discovered that there was a problem with another piece of software that I manage. And it was affecting an outside customer. And I had no idea how to fix it. Still don’t, for that matter.
So, I instant message the guy running the meeting, letting him know that I would be late. I told him that I was working on some issues. Which was true. I didn’t lie. I consciously make an effort not to lie. However, if he put those two pieces of information together and came to conclusion that I was running late due to working on said issues, who am I to argue, right?
We get into work, I boot up and immediately find out that there’s a problem in the system we just deployed. This is going to be a running theme for a little while until we get through a settling period and everything gets to a normalized state where it should start working as I designed it. So, I spend the next couple of hours working through system issues, completely missing the meeting by a mile and then some. Before I know it, I’m looking at yet another issue (they just keep on coming) and my alarm goes off about my next meeting, warning me than I have 30 minutes before I need to go to that. Oh, and by the way, it’s a working meeting, for which I am unprepared because I’ve been wrapped up in this other project so long that I have gotten no other work done for months (literally). I look at the reminder and think, “There is no way that I am going to make it to this meeting.” So, I pop over to the next cubicle and talk to the guy coordinating the project meeting (same guy as this morning). Who, at this point, is quite exasperated with me. I tell him that we’re still working through issues and that I will put the work that I’ve accomplished to date (which is not a lot, but it’s something) into the database that we’re using to track the work on this project. All I get are a series of signs and “Whatever.” Nice.
So, while I am working feverishly with one group and making people happy there, I am neglecting and irritating at least two other groups. *sigh*
It just reminds me of the saying:
I can only please one person per day.
Today is not your day.
Tomorrow doesn’t look good, either.
To which, I would add: “Let’s shoot for sometime next year…”
“…but don’t keep your hopes up high anyway.”?
Sounds like on of those days when it really had been best to stay in your bed buried under your blanket.
{{{Hugs}}} Outi’s suggestion sounds like a good one. Makes me glad to be out of the rat race, although my job has its own frustrations
Mama said there’d be days like this, right? That stinks, I hope things get better. Thanks for the offer of the scissors drawing, but I actually think I’m going to go ahead and just buy myself a new pair this weekend. I’m sure I’ll find a pair that I’ll love! See you Friday.
I say, blow them all off, play hookey and go stash shopping instead! I’m glad I’m out of the workforce for the moment, it’s nice being able to please myself what I do (but okay, the small people have a say as well!)
Oh boy, there’s something to be said for a ‘9-5’ job … you remind me of myself when I used to organise medical conferences for a living – there’s no such thing as a time card … ah the bliss now! Hopefully you’ll get things sorted somehow … and give them a big raspberry if you get any grief!
Poor Jenna! Some days it’s just not worth the effort, is it?! Hope tomorrow is a much better day.
I love that saying: I wrote it and I have it near my desk, at work. Sooner or later I’ll design myself a pattern that suits it and I stitch it!