| Written by Diana, on 08-01-2005 01:07 |
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My dad didn't come home tonight like I thought he was going to so I stayed at work after I clocked out and did random things that I wanted to do but didn't have time for during my regular 40 hours. I called him while he was at work but I was on the clock and I was tired so I didn't have a lot to say. I've been maintaining the filing room at work which takes a lot more effort than it sounds. First I had to clean it up which meant filing probably about two to three thousand jobs in random boxes all over the place. The lady who's supposed to maintain it had all these excuses for letting it get to such an awful state. None of them were very good at all. When I first started there a year ago I did this as well and then left it to others to maintain it. Now I'm back in there again and I'm not leaving it to others to maintain this time. I've been going in there daily to file all the jobs for that day to keep it under control. Great upper body workout *wink* lots of lifting and moving heavy boxes of files constantly. It's actually calming to keep it so organized and ordered. It really freaks me out when I'm walking out the door at night and there are still unfiled jobs. The unfortunate thing is that with my other duties, I have to maintain the files outside my 40 hours (after I've clocked out for the day). It's okay though, .75 hours less time spent around my mother today alone. I wish when I was home I had that kind of compulsive organizational energy. I used to. My room used to be unnaturally clean. I'm tired but I had about 4 inches of cheddar cheese bread for breakfast, 7 low-fat rice cakes and 600 cals of rice for dinner, and four cookies at work. I'm freaking out. I don't know whether to scream or cry. we're going to roast marshmallows tomorrow night in the torrential rain for my birthday. I was doing it more for my mother because she wanted to use her bonfire thing. whatever. I'm really tired after last night. I didn't feel it today but I was on all sorts of caffeine and friday-ness and supervisor's-gone-for-the-day and whiney-coworker-didn't-come-to-work craziness. I'm tired, i should go to sleep. Though I feel like if I go to sleep I'm allowing the food I ate to turn right into fat. I feel like I'm surrendering something, giving up, raising my white flag.
Last update: 08-01-2005 01:07
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