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Stressed
December 9, 2004
I am having one of those days when it feels like my head might just explode at any moment. I was not in the office yesterday and will not be in tomorrow so I’m trying to cram three days of work into one and my whiny customer is pitching a fit (not to me, of course, because if they talked to me directly they’d get only my attention whereas if they complain to our implementation department, they get to frustrate two or three people with the same complaint, which pretty much seems to be that if I am not available to hold their hands at all times their accounting department cannot function, which says more about their level of competence than mine–even when I was a real accountant I didn’t have that kind of power) and even though I got to the office just after 6:30 this morning (no, I can’t believe it either) it feels like I haven’t gotten nearly enough done, but since I won’t be here tomorrow I’ve got to stop doing anything major because I don’t want to deploy code just before I rush off and just let my coworker to deal with any problems that might pop up. I suppose I could do my expense report for the customer visit I did yesterday–that can’t possible break any part of the system–but I don’t want to do my expense report. I want to cry. I want to throw things. I want to have a tantrum.
But I won’t have a tantrum. I will take deep breaths and go refill my water glass and get through this last bit of the day. Today was bad, but maybe tomorrow will be more like yesterday. Yesterday I felt competent. Today, I’m just overwhelmed.
One year ago, my topic was toilet paper.
Two years ago I was–yes, you guessed it–skiing. Oh, how I wish I were skiing today.
