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ninanevermore.
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how the tower of work sitting on my desk when I left for the airport last Wednesday grew while I was away, becoming so huge and precarious that as soon as I touched my cubicle again on Monday it collapsed in an avalanche that I am slowly suffocating beneath.
Can one drown in emails? You betcha, when there are 300+ of them waiting for you on a Monday morning. Did they all need my attention? Hell, no. The people in my department get a sadistic pleasure out of copying everybody on every little thing, whether it concerns them or not. The bulk of my emails were those, but one has to sift the chafe from the grain, lest some truly urgent matter sneak in between the messages sent so I'll "be in the loop." The loops people want me to be in on usually resemble nooses to me, and it wouldn't hurt my feelings one bit to be left out.
I've taken no lunches this week, and it is only on my lunch break that I write (or read for that matter). I am nowhere near caught up, and each pile of work that I complete becomes a new pile that needs something else done to it. My two cohorts are out of the office, so I am holding down their corners of the fort, as well.
Maybe I would feel a little less malcontent if this were a job I loved that paid me buckets of money, but it's not and it doesn't. I suppose with the overtime I've put in this week, I should get a smallish bucket of money. Well, maybe not a bucket; more like a cereal bowl, or perhaps a coffee mug, which will be nice compared to the shot glass of cash I normally get every two weeks. If I drop dead from exhaustion before then, I'm pretty sure the corporation will cover my funeral expenses, or at least give them to my husband at cost.
On that note, I guess even a crappy job like mine has it's perks.
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how the tower of work sitting on my desk when I left for the airport last Wednesday grew while I was away, becoming so huge and precarious that as soon as I touched my cubicle again on Monday it collapsed in an avalanche that I am slowly suffocating beneath.
Can one drown in emails? You betcha, when there are 300+ of them waiting for you on a Monday morning. Did they all need my attention? Hell, no. The people in my department get a sadistic pleasure out of copying everybody on every little thing, whether it concerns them or not. The bulk of my emails were those, but one has to sift the chafe from the grain, lest some truly urgent matter sneak in between the messages sent so I'll "be in the loop." The loops people want me to be in on usually resemble nooses to me, and it wouldn't hurt my feelings one bit to be left out.
I've taken no lunches this week, and it is only on my lunch break that I write (or read for that matter). I am nowhere near caught up, and each pile of work that I complete becomes a new pile that needs something else done to it. My two cohorts are out of the office, so I am holding down their corners of the fort, as well.
Maybe I would feel a little less malcontent if this were a job I loved that paid me buckets of money, but it's not and it doesn't. I suppose with the overtime I've put in this week, I should get a smallish bucket of money. Well, maybe not a bucket; more like a cereal bowl, or perhaps a coffee mug, which will be nice compared to the shot glass of cash I normally get every two weeks. If I drop dead from exhaustion before then, I'm pretty sure the corporation will cover my funeral expenses, or at least give them to my husband at cost.
On that note, I guess even a crappy job like mine has it's perks.
