When it rains, it pours

The last few weeks have been a bit crazy in my world, especially on the work front. Usually, it's the other way around. I've always been the type to schedule every free minute I have to myself with something or someone else so I'm racing from one thing to the next, never actually arriving on time anywhere and always feeling frazzled. Well, a few months ago I decided to put a stop to that shit because it was causing me too much anxiety. And, I have to say I've been doing a better job at it. Anyway, random tangent. So yeah, work's been busy.

You know those weeks when you feel like Tuesday most certainly must be Friday because things are just so friggin' slow? Well, I've had some of those lately. And then, my good friend and coworker, let's call her Partner in Crime (PIC) gave her two months notice to move to Viva Las Vegas and work with a college friend for a substantial raise. Shit balls. Guess what that means? Yep, that's right, little ole me will be adding just a few more responsibilities to her plate until we can hire someone new in three to five months. SIGH. And even though I knew it was coming, I wasn't ready for this week: her last one here. In addition to throwing a going away party, trying not to cry because a good friend is leaving, learning my additional responsibilities as of next week, trying to fit in 30 miles of running, going to the gym, sleeping, eating and coaching, our Board of Directors comes on Friday for our winter board meeting. Crappity crap crap. Naturally, the weekend is shot too since they'll be here through Saturday afternoon.

Don't get me wrong, they're great and for the most part brilliant, but they'll give us ideas we don't have time for and can't fathom why we can't get shit done in a 'real world' timeline. Lucky for most of them, they work in the for-profit sector. Need we remind them again that universities don't operate in a timely manner? Here's a great example: PIC and I went to a meeting with our creative publishing department (read: lacking creative publishing department) for a 'logo violation.' "Yes, I'm sorry, we are forward thinking and focused on the web and that logo that's in violation, it rocks." But, that's beside the point. The lacking creative publishing department has an EIGHT WEEK turnaround for a job. Yes, you read that right, two whole months. So, that logo that is in violation, it was designed by an outside designer we use and love because we can send him a job and get it turned around in a day or two with no problems and guess what?? It's creative! Speaking of creatives, my friend C just started designing stamp sets for Papertrey Ink. So proud of that girl.

Anyway, the past two weeks have resulted in lots of sighing, hunching over my computer and not a whole lot of smiling or laughter from yours truly at the office. By Friday, my back and shoulders were in such a ball of knots I picked up the phone and scheduled a session with my massage therapist. Most people who don't have injuries think of massages as fairly relaxing and soothing. I'm here to tell you that they're just the opposite. I mean sure it's nice to have someone else getting out the kinks, but when you have to have the masseuse use her elbow and forearm to try to dig the muscles out of the ball of mess they're in, there's a decent level of pain that comes along with it. At a few points I had to curl my toes and hold my breath to get through the pain. Sure, I could have asked her to back off a bit, but the thing is: the harder it is, the more work she's getting done and damnit, I'm getting my $70 worth. Hopefully, I'm able to feel the results a bit more tomorrow.

Editorial note: If it seems I'm cursing more than usual, that's because I decided that as nice and pretty as it is to try to be P.C. and all, it doesn't make for an authentic, interesting story for either the writer or the reader. If you're 13 or under, I'm sorry. Please go find something better to do with your time. Love, The Sassmaster


James said…
It's okay I'm over 13.
P.I.C. said…
Your P.I.C. will miss you and looks forward to more exciting adventures that don't involve the stress of a place where the best are truly unappreciated.

Your work kicks ass...and so do you. Looking forward to all that's yet to come...

And P.S. who the hell was asking you if you are stressed because you haven't worked out? And where have they been? I guess you have to pay attention once in a while to figure things out.

Geezzz...well, at least we're perfect. :-)

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