So Tired
by Scott Hardie on September 29, 2007
Just need to vent. I worked until 2am last Sunday night, writing a document for work. This writing is by far the most miserable task at my company, and this particular instance of it was extra-complicated. It's not my job to do this, but fine, I'll do what I'm told. I made it through this miserable experience by telling myself that my part of the project was small and done, and others would take on the lion's share later. But on Monday, there was more for me to write, into the evening. On Tuesday, there was still more to write, and I stayed up until 3am writing it. I tried to take a personal day on Wednesday just to sleep, but even more came up and I still wound up working a day from home. More came on Thursday, but at last the deadline seemed to have arrived, and I breathed easy knowing it was done. But I was wrong, and today (Friday), there were still more pages to write. At last, at the very end of the day, the document was finished and sent to its destination, and I thought I could rest – until they handed me another whole weekend's worth of work preparing another such document.
Mike, need an extra hand in that sign business?
Three Replies to So Tired
Scott Hardie | October 2, 2007
Yeah. I don't even think I'm very good at it. After all of that writing over the weekend, I went in Monday and had it all thrown out, and I was told to spend the day writing it over. When I was done, it was thrown out again and someone stood over my desk and dictated it to me. And before long, that was thrown out too, and someone else re-wrote it. I want to be a team player and all, but really, why am I even involved in this?
Jackie Mason | October 7, 2007
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Amy Austin | September 29, 2007
Ha!
So sorry to hear it, Scott... sometimes this is the unfortunate side effect of being the one to do something (that *nobody* wants to do) so successfully! The only antidote I know of -- and not saying that it's a good thing or even suggesting you do it -- is the red-sock-in-the-white-laundry maneuver... ;-DDD