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Sep. 2nd, 2004
The Slowly Downward Spiral
Sep. 2nd, 2004 08:40 pmWell, another day survived ... just about. Right now, every day is a titanic struggle not to punch my fist from a convenient surface, and or jam my head in a filing cabinet.
Today, for example, I had various plans to do stuff. These were then scuppered by a) a client ringing trying to arrange a meeting to discuss queries,. when due to time constraints I'd barely got beyond the basic summaising of her records. Cue 90 minutes of frantically smoothing off edges to try and get something vaguely useable
Then the afternoon eaten by a mega-urgent problem from another client, caused by my boss failing to sort something out. regular readers will find this is a recurring theme - the best way to imagine his office is to remember the state of your bedroom when your mother shouted to "Clean it up - NOW!!". Without the dodgy stains on the carpet - although, come to think of it...
Thus the one thing I had to do today got shunted back and back, and in the end I had to rush it to have it ready for going out to the clients tomorrow, and catch the train only one hour late rather than two.
The volume of work means I'm just about keeping on top of the immediate stuff, making the occasional dent in the mid-term stuff, and getting nowehere at all with the longer-term stuff.
And now I'm at home, head thumping, trying to decide what to do next. I think perhaps a speculative trip to the pub...
Today, for example, I had various plans to do stuff. These were then scuppered by a) a client ringing trying to arrange a meeting to discuss queries,. when due to time constraints I'd barely got beyond the basic summaising of her records. Cue 90 minutes of frantically smoothing off edges to try and get something vaguely useable
Then the afternoon eaten by a mega-urgent problem from another client, caused by my boss failing to sort something out. regular readers will find this is a recurring theme - the best way to imagine his office is to remember the state of your bedroom when your mother shouted to "Clean it up - NOW!!". Without the dodgy stains on the carpet - although, come to think of it...
Thus the one thing I had to do today got shunted back and back, and in the end I had to rush it to have it ready for going out to the clients tomorrow, and catch the train only one hour late rather than two.
The volume of work means I'm just about keeping on top of the immediate stuff, making the occasional dent in the mid-term stuff, and getting nowehere at all with the longer-term stuff.
And now I'm at home, head thumping, trying to decide what to do next. I think perhaps a speculative trip to the pub...