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dugindeepAs a follow-up to this morning's Schedule Prediction, shit went off the rails at approximately 3:30pm, when it dawned on me that the very-important PPT was going to require more time in the next two days and I scheduled a meeting for Wednesday at noon ... which HAD to be done on that day at that time ... and was on the very day I requested PTO since I will be up very, very, very late tomorrow night for the Paul McCartney concert in Milwaukee (two hours away).
And then I sat for an hour in another meeting, where I'd been previously told I should be involved peripherally, and realized that I would need to put in a lot more effort than initially expected. I also found out my 5-hour meeting on Friday will be fucked when two of the VIPs will be gone for 1-2 hours in the morning on a VERY important client/selling meeting ... this week sucks and it's only Monday.
I then felt absolutely crushed in general when realizing that this is the third day in four attempts over the last few months that I've requested PTO and wound up having to work anyway. Which made me hate my job and my life and pretty much everything. Which then made me extremely upset on the train and start crying, and thus feel even worse about everything because who likes crying in public? NO ONE.
I got home, pet the kitters a bit, had a glass of wine with dinner, then got a phone call from my dad, finally returning my calls from the weekend about a broken part in my toilet tank. He volunteered to come over immediately, looked at it, suggested we run to Home Depot then came back and helped me fix it. It was a small thing; I certainly could have fixed it myself - I had called him just to ask if it was something simple to fix on my own, but he volunteered to come over and help out. And I bought him ice cream in thanks, which greatly improved my mood.
But upside, I keep telling myself, is that my hours are short the next two days for the concert!
And then I sat for an hour in another meeting, where I'd been previously told I should be involved peripherally, and realized that I would need to put in a lot more effort than initially expected. I also found out my 5-hour meeting on Friday will be fucked when two of the VIPs will be gone for 1-2 hours in the morning on a VERY important client/selling meeting ... this week sucks and it's only Monday.
I then felt absolutely crushed in general when realizing that this is the third day in four attempts over the last few months that I've requested PTO and wound up having to work anyway. Which made me hate my job and my life and pretty much everything. Which then made me extremely upset on the train and start crying, and thus feel even worse about everything because who likes crying in public? NO ONE.
I got home, pet the kitters a bit, had a glass of wine with dinner, then got a phone call from my dad, finally returning my calls from the weekend about a broken part in my toilet tank. He volunteered to come over immediately, looked at it, suggested we run to Home Depot then came back and helped me fix it. It was a small thing; I certainly could have fixed it myself - I had called him just to ask if it was something simple to fix on my own, but he volunteered to come over and help out. And I bought him ice cream in thanks, which greatly improved my mood.
But upside, I keep telling myself, is that my hours are short the next two days for the concert!
