Dec. 4th, 2008

I am jinxed

Dec. 4th, 2008 09:36 pm
threadwalker: (Amazon Warrior)
Can nothing go well this week? Seriously. Nothing?

There is the family foo. (boo! ssss! boo!)

There was the X-mas tree that would not stay up Monday night. 2 hours of cussing and fussing, 3 useless tree stands after 2 trips to Home Despot, and a lot of extra sawing and chipping to get the mo-fo up. I'm ready to tie it to the walls with fishing line and call it done.

There is all the Drama of the Season. I have lost count of the number of conversations I've had where Fillet of Misery is the special of the eve.

My stress has reached new heights. The Embroidery d'jour is not going fast enough... I point my finger at work since it has swallowed me whole. Oh - and we're not just understaffed right now, we're at less than 50% since someone's been sick for the last few days. Our team of 7 is down to 3, of which only 2 of us are minions.

And I'm having nightmares about the kids disappearing in large crowds, so I'm not sleeping well.

And right now I'm at work. It's 9:30. I'm counting vials. It's a vile task to count vials. Boring as hell. You have to gown up. The area is cold. I forgot my sneakers and I'm in heals. But when the equipment breaks down, it's worse. sooo much worse. I'm on break for the next 20 minutes, so I thought I'd wallow in my woes and assemble some reports (impulse to be useful should be mashed!). We're waiting for someone to get here from bum-fuck Bay Area Back Water so that he can kick the machine and proclaim it broken. Then we will switch to Plan B and if I'm really unlucky, my counted tally won't match up with the pre-processing counted tally and we'll be here all night counting f'ing vials in order to find the missing one.

Santa better be nice to me. If I see a lump of coal, it's on. I mean ON! Fillet of Rudolf over a smoking bed of gen-you-wine sleigh-roasting embers.

Hm. Now I'm hungry. Seriously. Venison or steak would be right tasty.

Edit We finished between midnight and 1am. There was one missing vial. I had this premonition we'd be there until 4 am recounting all 10,000 vials over and over. However, it was found (group cheer). I was dizzy with relief that I got to leave before 1AM. The scalding hot shower did a lot to warm me up to my core once I got home and I was in bed around 2:30. F was trying to talk to me this morning around 7 am, but I couldn't wake up all the way. I have no idea what he was saying, but I know I mumbled somethng like "Elf must sleep" (1) and "no cartoons or else" (the TV in our room is where kids typically watch morning cartoons). And now I'm ready to greet the day.

But I have to go back to work. If we weren't short staffed I might have convinced them that although I'm salaried, the humane thing to do after working 17hr-day with only one meal break is to let me take the next day off.

But I'm salaried. And we're short staffed. And our Director isn't "that" kind of manager. He's more the from the school of "suck it up and do your job, Soldier." And I can't abandon my co-workers to the mountain of work.

(1) (Ever play the arcade game, Dungeoun? Elf needs food, etc.)

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