Inca Trail Day 3: Work Whining & Photos
Do you ever have those weeks where you're working really hard and then all of a sudden you're like, that's it, I've given all I can give? No more!! The shop is CLOSED!!!!
I'm sure you have. This week was been like that for me. I've been working really hard these past few weeks for a deliverable that was presented to the clients today - it went amazingly well, we got a round of applause, which has never happened before - and now that it's over...well, I'm done, I feel totally depleted, except there's still a million and one things to do and I'm leaving for San Francisco in just over a week and....omigod I just have to get it together, because if I don't I'm going to be working the fricking weekend yet again and I just can't face it anymore. There just aren't enough hours in the day are there? How do people with children do it? Could someone pass the wine please!! Actually I'm trying really hard not to look for relaxation in the bottom of a wine glass, but dammit, it's so not easy under the circumstances.
To add insult to injury Ryan, the Dept. Head, had the cheek to send a stroppy email out to the group complaining about the spotty attendance at an 8am monthly meeting we have with our counterparts around the globe. He doesn't seem to grasp that when people are working until 9pm and 10pm at night the last thing they are interested in is sacrificing an hour's sleep to get back in for an 8am call, especially when these late nights are not one offs, but the norm.
"I'll bring coffee and donuts," he said beaming the well rested smile of someone who regularly leaves the office at 6.30pm.
I don't think there are enough coffee and donuts in the world to squeeze an early morning meeting out of the group at the moment, they look wrecked and if this situation continues much longer I think more than a few of them are in danger of voting with their feet, which is really going to put a crimp in Ryan's staff retention goal.
Anyway I'm going to stop chitter chattering about work shite and get on with posting about my Peru trip - good Lord, how long am I going to drag these blog posts out? I've been back like a month and a half now, but whatever...day 3 continues.
The path down from Runkurakay pass was so steep that I'll admit it...I shuffled down the first bit on my bum. Thankfully Efraim had given Melissa and I a head start so the rest of the group weren't there to witness my less than dignified descent.
And down
The path ahead looks deceptively smooth, but it was steeper than it looked and those rocks were hard on the balls of the feet despite the heavy soled hiking boots I was wearing.
Yikes!! Steep!!
4 comments:
Ouch...that's not fair to be asked to come so early by someone who regularly comes home from work early. Ugh...
I can understand what you're feeling. My work schedule isn't as heavy as yours 'coz I'm a part-time worker, but there are times I also wonder, "How do women with children juggle it all? I barely have time to do the things I want to do."
And those rocky steps looked VERY VERY steep indeed. My goodness, now I REALLY SALUTE you for having done it!!!! BRAVOOOO!!!!!
Hi Amel, I think I'm just more into the whole idea of having some semblance of work/life balance which is just not happening here anymore and I feel I am becoming increasingly resentful about the situation. I need to change things up, but it's hard to find the time to make that change happen when I am consistently working 12+hour days and weekends.
Geez.
They can't figure out a call-in number so people working late can phone in? I mean, an 8 am call means leaving well before 8 from home. Or perhaps they should change the times it so each branch had a time advantage every few weeks?
I wouldn't be able to work so hard, frankly. I mean, maybe once in a while, but not on a regular basis. They are really working the horses too hard at your place, and it'll only bite them on the butt later (not that I feel badly for them, but they have an incentive to change).
I worked at such a place before. It was a little like digging my own grave over and over. The only thing that saved me was getting another job on a complete lark.
I am rooting for you, Fish, always have been. I am at least comforted that you enjoy the people at your office. At least there is that (and it is a lot).
hugs!!!!
Thanks Kitty, I am struggling with the workload to be honest, but there's something about the fact that everyone is in that position that makes it seem normal in a weird way. On the rare occasion I leave at 6pm I feel as if I am sneaking out early. It's definitely time to make a change.
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