I'm fucking WRECKED. WIPED. WORN OUT ( Read more... )

I don't like feeling this way. I don't like this funky headspace, where I feel like there are obstacles every way I look. I don't like having to deal with the depression again. I was doing so much better and I *liked* being cheerier, even happy ( Read more... )

Not only did I badly oversleep, but I am back into inventory hell again. So now I have "visions of spreadsheets dancing in my head" and I'm damn exhausted AGAIN.

Met the "new boss" today. He seems ok. We shall see.

Back to Excel before I fall over and melt into a little puddle of grease.

So. Had nice afternoon out. Got BOOKS. Gorgeous day (and I do most certainly mean gorgeous!), nice to be out and about after 4 days of rain and the stress from work I've mentioned previously ( Read more... )

So I did, indeed, manage to skive out of work early and had a most LOVELY afternoon with silentire and chne. As usual, ran out of time, but dyamn that was nice and an awesome stress relief from the worries of the job ( Read more... )

So.
We're closing the books in the MIDDLE OF THE MONTH. This is going to screw things up in ways I can and can't imagine. I so do not want to have to fix things.

UGH UGH UGH.

The boss is not happy I'm leaving early. Too bad.

So. Supposedly they signed the papers last night. At this point I still have a job as there was no pink slip or notice on my desk this morning. Lots of stuff to catch up on due to 46 page 10 pint font inventory spreadsheet hell which is finally DONE ( Read more... )

More time on inventory today.

Signing of the papers with the investors not till Friday now, I think.

And somehow I feel more tired than I did yesterday! Not sleeping more than 45 minutes at a time last night has nothing to do with it, right?

Or something like that.

My brain is toast. Today I spent a good 5 hours of my working day trying to finalize the update of the inventory spreadsheet for the company, since they're signing the papers on Thursday. 46 pages long when printed, 10 point font, 8 columns.

I'm going to dream about the damn thing, I know it already.

OI

So Thursday will tell whether or not I still have a job.

This should be interesting, since they have NO clue how much I do around here.

But if they fire me, I apply for unemployment, sleep for a day and start job hunting.

It would almost be a relief.

I'm ok though. Honest.