DEADLINE NITE : The I'm still at Work and it's past my bed time, but I will be done
DEADLINES are crazy and so is working when you didn't expect to still be on the clock on a friday or whenever past normal working hours. Nothing is more challenging than staying at work super late when everyone has gone home to their familes and are in their beds sleeping. Now wait a minute here. I am not complaining. I absolutely love my job more than I can say and am thrilled to be part of this company.
Today made me realize that some people often forget those that spend long hours on weekends and sacrifice their vacations on the job. some like it, some even live here, and stay night owl hours, some can't sleep and feel its better to be here. I am amazed that all of these folks just keep doing so with their heads down no questions asked, some do complain or get upset, but we all know its for a cause and a reason to pay the bills and such and better than laid off and on the streets.
One of my colleagues who got laid off was lucky and was brought back as a temp employee to work out some action items a retiree left over when he put in his last day two weeks ago.
I find myself on a deadline night on a Friday with chili's to go meal in my tummy, all junk food rather, not the smartest choice, but when stressed it's my comfort and joy, and I am awaiting further instruction.
I called my supervisor yesterday fuming about not being finished and a list of said people I wanted to blame because nothing was being done or getting finished. Today, I regretted it big time and just didn't even know till very late, this is a thankless job. We don't get brownie points for unpaid over time hours and no one pats us on the back, or reminds us how glad they are that we are here. After whining and languishing most of the day to not only anyone who would listen, colleagues etc, I can't blame it on anyone or anything.
I need to lift it up to God and let him handle my frustrations , my worries, and problems. My coworker who I am working with tonight told me her husband was cooking her chicken and how program office was out drinking, I became discouraged. Sometimes I wonder if people just say those things to get a rise out of the people they say it to.... I am not sure, but it stings nonetheless.
So, the meaning of I am done, is the beauty or liberty bliss of pressing that send button on an email you have critiqued 100 times and a letter attachment, probably twice that, and pressing the impound record button in a supplier customer system, and logging out for the day. Oh, it's the best, it's like you finished the world's longest race and you just cannot wait to go home hit the spa and go right to sleep, or better yet have a glass of something spirited and strong!
Here's to I'm not finished, but I will be, so help me (MIKE ROWSOKI VOICE)
And Moxie...goes back to work.
Today made me realize that some people often forget those that spend long hours on weekends and sacrifice their vacations on the job. some like it, some even live here, and stay night owl hours, some can't sleep and feel its better to be here. I am amazed that all of these folks just keep doing so with their heads down no questions asked, some do complain or get upset, but we all know its for a cause and a reason to pay the bills and such and better than laid off and on the streets.
One of my colleagues who got laid off was lucky and was brought back as a temp employee to work out some action items a retiree left over when he put in his last day two weeks ago.
I find myself on a deadline night on a Friday with chili's to go meal in my tummy, all junk food rather, not the smartest choice, but when stressed it's my comfort and joy, and I am awaiting further instruction.
I called my supervisor yesterday fuming about not being finished and a list of said people I wanted to blame because nothing was being done or getting finished. Today, I regretted it big time and just didn't even know till very late, this is a thankless job. We don't get brownie points for unpaid over time hours and no one pats us on the back, or reminds us how glad they are that we are here. After whining and languishing most of the day to not only anyone who would listen, colleagues etc, I can't blame it on anyone or anything.
I need to lift it up to God and let him handle my frustrations , my worries, and problems. My coworker who I am working with tonight told me her husband was cooking her chicken and how program office was out drinking, I became discouraged. Sometimes I wonder if people just say those things to get a rise out of the people they say it to.... I am not sure, but it stings nonetheless.
So, the meaning of I am done, is the beauty or liberty bliss of pressing that send button on an email you have critiqued 100 times and a letter attachment, probably twice that, and pressing the impound record button in a supplier customer system, and logging out for the day. Oh, it's the best, it's like you finished the world's longest race and you just cannot wait to go home hit the spa and go right to sleep, or better yet have a glass of something spirited and strong!
Here's to I'm not finished, but I will be, so help me (MIKE ROWSOKI VOICE)
And Moxie...goes back to work.
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