I don't drink coffee

I’ve had two cups of it today.

Deadlines have been blown for several projects. Special thanks to emergency design commitments that took my time, bumping my long term projects to the back burner and not preparing me for the aftermath of the hurricane a few weeks ago in the gulf. Information we’re relying on from Texas because of two events being hosted there is a lost cause. The printer is calling every ten minutes because they need to go to print with files that aren’t done. We’re asking the impossible.

After Employee A was fired several weeks ago, Intern B had to quit because of family sickness and Employee C quit because she got a better job. That leaves Intern D, me and my boss in the marketing department with Employee C doing consultant work for us to get through our busy fall season.

Spontaneous eye tearing is occuring, a general feeling of over stretchedness and a mild nausea with a headache just don’t seem to go away.

This marks my 12th week with the company. I should not have had to cross out 4 peoples’ nams on the company staff phone list in that amount of time. But I’m glad someone vacated the seat I’m occupying because I might be a lot more stressed if I didn’t have a job in this economy.

I’m starting to remember why I don’t drink coffee- I feel sick. Or maybe it’s my job.

CM

The Magic of Carpooling

Carpooling is great for your wallet- especially if your commute is around an hour and 15 minutes long. Carpooling with people who have different hours than you can be stressful though.
I leave at 6:45am and arrive around 7:45am (less traffic that time of day.) We leave the office around 4:30 on 3 days, but 2 days a week, we leave the office at 4. Being used to an 8:30-5pm job, that’s tough. Having a boss work remotely from 3 timezones earlier makes it even harder. I cut out earlier in her day and have to hit the road at the peak. My day starts out sluggish with me crawiling out of bed as late as I can (5:45am anyone?)

By the time I get home, I feel like a lump, try to go work out, do something around the house, desperately catch up on freelance and from there, stay up way too late with my student husband who is on a different schedule.

It’s only September and I can’t imagine what it will be like as the sun goes down earlier and rises later. MY OFFICE HAS NO WINDOWS.

But at least I can rely on the carpool for a lift, and maybe a nap.

CM