This is not the week I’ll find my sanity

Seeing straight is something that I’m longing for.

No, there’s nothing wrong with my eyes, it’s a figure of speech.  My desk is full of paper work that no matter how many times I try to organize it, it just gets messed up again.

I’ve encountered every single technical problem out there and don’t have the time to sit on the phone with tech support, again, and try to get it fixed.  So I deal with it.

Normally, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I’m currently doing the jobs of three people in the busiest time of the year for each position.  I’m barely holding my head above water.

I’m not working at nights or on weekends for my job because, well, I have my own stuff to do, which, again, wouldn’t be a bad thing except that it’s OUR busiest time of the year as a family.

And there’s NOTHING that I can do about that folks.

So I grin and bear it.

Or something like that.

The additional work load will cease on Monday as I’m filling in for someone on vacation and I don’t really mind, but I’m slow at what she does because, well…

I’m not her.  I don’t do this often.

And my beef with all that I have to do is not so much with the amount of work, but rather the standard that I expect from myself.  It’s not being met.

No one cares, really.  My boss is very good about telling me to do what I can and that he understands (I have the best boss in the world by the way) but I’m hard on myself.

So I guess there is something that I can do about all of this and that’s to go easy on myself.

But today, I made a mistake.

Was it huge?  No.  It’s easily fixable and I’m sure that it was taken care of when it was caught, but I was so shocked about how it was presented to me (one, being not so HUGE that it couldn’t be fixed and two, because it wasn’t TOTALLY my fault) that I lost it.

I was in the car with the kids on the way to church and when I hung up the phone I yelled into the phone.  I was mad.  At myself and the person who alerted me.

I was frustrated.

And when the kids asked me what was wrong, I told them the truth.

And then I looked at the phone again, picturing someone from my job on the other end, and said, “I’m doing the work of three people.  If you’re looking for a miracle, call Jesus… not me.”

Until next time…