Today has been one of those days when you know, from the second you wake up, things are going to be hell.
I didn’t sleep well. At all. I woke up many times. I was anxious.
I went to work feeling less than fresh to end up stuck in a meeting for two hours discussing other people’s half done work my department would have to fix later.
We are already struggling with the amount of work and, upon walking out of the meeting, I was bombarded by complaints that I wasn’t answering my phone. I WASN’T AT MY DESK, DIMWITS!
Then a guy I had been working on a project for – a project to fix his mistake – feels all entitled to shout at me to stop everything I’m doing and get him a sample done today because he needs to present it to his customer tomorrow or he’ll lose the sale.
He should have known better. I’m not one to be coerced or threatened with ‘I’m going to call the MD if you don’t do it.’ My career choice has always meant I am in a male dominated environment, where I have to be stronger, stricter and louder than the men to survive. My blood boils and I become a monster. And so I did, reducing him to a pile of nervous apologies.
Still, because the idiot promised the customer, I had to skip half a dozen procedures to get something out. Something untested, not approved, not recorded… FML!
I screamed, I got things done but I was in a foul mood for the rest of the day. Then I said some truths to my director. He knows I’m right but it doesn’t help on the aftermath.
A message from a dear friend who knew nothing about it helped. Going out with my daughter after work sealed it.
I’m tired but I survived another day.