Today is Administrative Professionals Day (so much classier sounding than Secretary's Day)--hopefully you got the Administrative Professional in your life something lovely. Don't get the wrong idea, I have not been counting down to this holiday with an Advent-like calendar. Today is also Sweet Pea's birthday, and when I wrote her birthday on the calender I noticed today's other significance.
I approached the office today with dread. At The Big P we had to make a big deal out of Administrative Professionals Day. We worked with some moody assistants and they would have gotten even crankier without flowers and a tasty lunch. I was really hoping that today would not be marked at BCFG, and I got my wish. I think that being recognized today would have pushed me over the edge and made me cry or something. Today was a day that I wasn't doing very well as an administrative professional. The Godfather did introduce me to one of his clients as "his new assistant," so maybe that was my recognition. Oh--I did get the name plate for my desk, just in case I forget my name. It looks dumb.
To start things off, yesterday I saw my psychiatrist and he increased my medication again. I need the higher dosage, but now I'm back on the dosage that I was on prior to starting to get off the medication, so it feels like I've made no progress. I know that the goal is for me to feel well, regardless of the dosage, but I liked seeing something concrete. My parents have also been here to celebrate Sweet Pea's birthday (and help us out over Spring Break) and my dad keeps asking me how I like my job and saying how good he thinks it is that I am working. Finally this morning I said how much I miss my old job, so I was already thinking about that today.
I have also been drowning in my triangle lately. It's review season (since the 1st quarter numbers came out recently). I am really busy and feeling like I don't have any time to breath--and I don't get to each lunch, which just makes me cranky. Today I was so overwhelmed...I had two reviews to finish that had a hard deadline of tomorrow and people just kept piling on more stuff. I finally felt like I was going to catch up when Mr X. told me that he wanted me to do something because it would be "a good exercise." In equal parts I wanted to cry and tell him where he could put his good exercise. I did it happily though, because that's my job, and amazingly got everything done in time.
I may have to kill Mole soon. He has decided that it's his mission to drive me insane. He keeps changing things around in his reviews. (Everyone is supposed to follow the Mr. X format, but they don't.) One of the most irritating things about Mole is that he thinks that everyone wants to hear him think out loud. He likes to walk over to my desk to "talk though things." Today he was the most irritating when he asked me to call a client because he didn't have time and then stood over me to watch that I did it right. Seriously? I've been making work phone calls for almost 12 years and I think I've been talking on the phone successfully for the past 28 years, or something like that. I wanted to share both of those pieces of information with him today.
I'm going to go and play with Sweet Pea's new toys now. She got a Ken Doll to go with her Barbies--he's super bendy Ken and you can pose him lots of different ways. She got some different outfits for Ken as well, so right now she is just dressing him and undressing him. My favorite part are Ken's flip flops and his artfully distressed jeans.
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