Filed under: Clay, Work with tags: conversations, stress
Look! I’m alive! I didn’t open my computer at all yesterday. I went to sleep at around 7:30pm on Tuesday night and fully woke up at around 6:30am this morning. I woke up maybe three times in that eleven hour period, but never for more than 15 minutes at a time, just about. I wasn’t feeling very good, I think my body was protesting over the lack of sleep lately so I just rested my eyes for a moment while reading and ended up sound asleep.
Work was relatively okay today. I was assigned to a few more projects today, which brings the grand total up to nine (9). They hired me because they thought it would be nice to have someone who would be able to focus on one project at a time. One. As in singular, not plural. And what happens? Well, I did start off with one. And then moved onto the second as the first was going through the editing phase, and then there was the third. Then I get back to work after my four week break. I get assigned to five (FIVE!!) new assignments on my first day back and on Tuesday, I got assigned to another one. Which brings the total up to nine. And people at work are wondering why I looked so stressed all the time.
In more happier news, I stopped working today a little bit early (maybe 10 minutes or so, nothing big) so I basically hung out around the machine where I punch myself out since we’re on a time card sort of system (it’s actually a handprint reader, but if you think about ‘punching out’ with ‘hands getting scanned’, it sounds a little bloody) for my last 10 minutes. So I had my back against the wall and was looking bored, so Clay came over to talk to me. He asked me how I was, my answer was “I look and feel like crap”, he disagreed and said that I looked beautiful and my reply was “I still look and feel like crap” and then he pulled out a bag of Skittles and let it drop into my purse. I looked up at him and went “I feel a little better. But I still look like crap.” He laughed and gave me a hug after I punched out and told me to have a good night, I told him not to drop any molds and he asked if he would get any rewards if he managed to refrain from dropping things.