Today was a day. I got a lot done, and yet there was so much that didn’t get done. I felt exasperated and frustrated when I left work, but until my managers understand how much work I truly accomplish in a day, it’s going to be like this. It’s been two weeks (?)–or three weeks–not sure which–since I talked to my team lead’s boss. She was going to try to get me off the phones. Yeah. That hasn’t happened yet, and she’s off the rest of the week so it won’t happen this week either. Here’s the deal. The accounts I work involve many outbound and inbound calls every day. I have to call attorneys, law enforcement agencies, etc., usually leaving messages and then getting callbacks. So having to be on the ACD means I also get a whole lot of calls completely unrelated to what I do, and I’ve been forbidden to transfer them. So in the midst of trying to work MANY accounts, I have to stop and drop everything to handle someone else’s work. So there’s that. Then we have a team mailbox. We are supposed to go check it a couple of times a day, take care of our stuff and remove it from the team box. Today when I went in after lunch, there were about 150 emails in there, many of which hadn’t even been opened yet. I have to open them and double-check the database to make sure they’re not mine, and since I had to do that, I went ahead and forwarded them to whoever on my team is responsible for handling them. Thanks to the refusal of my team members to take responsibility for getting their emails out of the team box, I spent about an hour and a half I couldn’t spare doing that. Now I started to not forward them, but the problem is that had I not done so, they’d have sat there until the next time, or the next time, or the next time. Basically I’d have had to do it anyway in order to avoid having to go through hundreds of emails over and over. Grrr. Very frustrated. I’ve talked to the team lead about it and she just doesn’t give a rat’s ass. Nice. Maybe I’m doing her an injustice. Maybe she doesn’t know how to deal with it; maybe she’s trying to give certain people enough rope with which to hang themselves. I don’t know. The problem is that her inaction, and their inaction, causes me to have a lot more work than I already have.
I’m interviewing for another position tomorrow. I am wavering between declaring I will never again tell Joe when I have a job interview, and not doing that. He totally freaked out and wanted me to hop out of the bathtub at 7:30 p.m. and run and get my hair done. I refused, of course, because there wasn’t time and because I have a hair appointment tomorrow. Yeah, I meant to try to change it to tonight, but I ended up working late and wouldn’t have had time anyway. Then he wanted to touch up my roots at home, and I refused again, because the last time he interfered with my hair colour, it was disastrous. Then he started going through my closet to see what I was planning to wear, and then decided I had to have new clothes. He asked my size–I told him that in pants or skirts, they need to have an elastic waist, and I wear a size 14. In tops I tend to be XL, although sometimes XL’s are too big and sometimes they’re too small. This is why shopping for me has kind of turned into a nightmare. I have the benefit of getting to buy clothes from the misses’ section, but have to try EVERYTHING on except Diva cut skinny jeans from Old Navy (size 14, thank you very much). He came home with two very cute tops, a skirt with an elastic waist that’s a size XL (a 14 is frequently a L) and is a bit loose, but will work for now, a gosh-awful butt ugly blouse that I politely refused to try on, and a pair of pants. The pants were not elastic waist, and they were size 18W. I tried them on, telling him they’d be too big, and of course they were, and they looked ghastly. He’s going to return the pants and the butt ugly blouse, and I’ll wear one of the other tops with the skirt for my interview. He also came home with some powder stuff to brush onto my roots so my greys won’t show, and he proceeded to brush the powder all over my part line and the spots where my grey shows on my temples. Then he told me I need to not lie on my hair tonight. WTH????? I asked how I was supposed to do that, and he told me I needed to sleep sitting up on the sofa. I refused and he got very huffy with me. Sigh. He means well and he’s trying to help. He means well and he’s trying to help. He means well and he’s trying to help.
Despite scoring two cute tops and an okay skirt out of the deal, I do think that I’m not telling him the next time I have an interview. I nearly ripped his head off tonight, and one more night like this might finish the job.
Changing topics now. I’m spending Galentine’s Evening with mah chickies. 🙂 Soleil, Liz, Danielle and I are meeting to go see Vampire Academy and have yummy food. Joe was a little disturbed that I won’t be spending the evening with him, but I promised we’d do something Saturday. This has been planned for a while, and I’m in serious need of some girl time. Definitely looking forward to it.
And one of the books that Liz and I have been working on has completely changed directions. It was going to be a paranormal story, not too scary or anything, a little light romance. Then it was going to be a little more romance. But since neither of us cares much for romance, and neither of us has any clue on how to write romance, we made the drastic decision to take it into a darker direction and write it as a horror novel. We spent lots of time Sunday mulling over the rules of our world, and some of the backstory and plot, and I think we’ve really hit something good here. I’m very excited to get it written.
And that’s my galaxy. What’s new in yours?