There were 5 minutes between meetings held in different buildings…
four meetings in a row, scheduled every hour on the hour…
a walk-through when my lunch hour was supposed to happen…
a dozen phone calls trying to track down the person whose approval I need before I can take the next step…
a phone call from her 10 minutes after she sent me an email asking why I hadn’t responded…
an email from a manager explaining how her employee won’t be able to finish the project she created, for which she volunteered and asked for others to put in time, for which she didn’t respond or meet deadline for three weeks, and, really, I was expecting her to do too much since it was due next week and she just got the final files because they’d been waiting for her to pick them up for said three weeks…
the email where I was told that all the decisions made in the walk-through had been overturned by an assistant and would I please let everyone else know, including those who had cancelled meetings to attend…
18 emails giving me information I need for a written update, with essential facts dripped into each of them, buried in prose and poetry…
reading an email “conversation” between twelve people over a period of three days that ended in 129 separate emails…
deep breath and stretch before walking into a room with people who want to tear me to shreds in the name of doing their jobs…
hold smile and no reaction when people who are supposed to be my allies try to push me off a ledge…
don’t smile at all as I push them instead…
mental image of dousing others in gasoline in setting them on fire…
cup of coffee, more coffee, and more coffee…
desperately looking for change for the vending machine…
grabbing handfuls of chocolate from my coworkers candy jar…
looking at the clock and realizing that once again I am not going to make it to happy hour…
hoping I have liquor at home…
and the day’s not over yet.
**written on my ipad **
