It’s Sunday afternoon, isn’t it? Dammit. Can I have more time off please? Can I perhaps trick Gene into letting me be a stay at home dog owner? This past week off was really lovely (even though in my heart of hearts I would rather have been in Las Vegas, dammit) and I am so not ready to return to work. This coming week is a 3 day work week (viva Black Friday!), which is great but Year End is lurking around the corner. I think the 4 day weekend (the only one that my employer believes in, BTW) is a trick to get us all to think “Ahh, four day weekend! Life is awesome! Work is awesome!” so it’s easier to smack us in the face with a Year End shaped 2 by 4 (2×4? Regardless, I’m going to end up bruised and wood chips out of my teeth).
Thursday, I drove Gene to a doctor’s appointment and guess what I did while he was there? I drove to work (which was literally across the street from his doctor’s office) so I could cobble together a client’s file because I forgot to tell anyone about it. Actually, that’s a big lie. I remembered, I just didn’t feel like explaining to anyone why we do this; the answer is
:: shrug :: “I dunno”
And my boss Belinda does not like that answer. If it were up to her we would do no extra stuff for clients at all. Admittedly the file is pretty easy to put together (although I suspect it would take Broomhilda an hour and 47 phone calls to me to figure it out) so really the client should do it her own darn self but… well, the client more or less screamed for this file earlier this year and so I do it for her every week.
(Freaking weekly payrolls).
The good news about this week is that I will be so crazy busy that hopefully I won’t have time to complain, even to myself. Or maybe I’ll show up tomorrow and get fired for not telling my team about the client with the file, or the necessity of running a report every day to tell us who we need to nag about their payroll. Hmm. Yeah, I should probably have done that. I also think I didn’t tell anyone about running empty payrolls when clients don’t need a preexisting check date.
Oh boy! Now instead of dreading returning to work I’m also super anxious about it. YAY. (Speaking of anxious, my search for a therapist hasn’t gone anywhere, so good luck to me with finding a doctor who’s nearby, accepts my insurance, has evening hours and can deal with my effed up schedule for the next 120 or more days).
(Then again, if I get fired then I will be less anxious and my schedule will open up tremendously).