Thoughts of LoWriter

I Hate Overtime; I Hate Everybody; I Hate June More than I Can Say

I agreed to too many things, which has resulted in me working 50+ hours of overtime in the last two week pay period. While this is going to be a nice chunk of change, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be hearing from payroll and possibly HR about it, and frankly, I don't need the aggravation. Yes, all are aware that I work overtime, and it comes from various and sundry budgets where it has been allocated for my use, so all is well on that front. But I'm pretty sure there are rules about overtime where I work... who can have it and how much being one of them.

If I had been more sensible, I would have said "NO!" when certain people asked me to write certain documents that had no (no) statistical data compiled when they came to me. I did try to back out, but got talked into staying. Another mistake I will not make again. Now, the whole team is mad at me about things that are not my fault. It's great fun. Not really. In fact, I hate it so much, I am probably going to be quitting my overtime gig. I have a meeting in the second week in July. If things are not resolved to my satisfaction, and by resolved I mean me having a contact person who I can get in touch with on a regular basis to check in, etc., I will probably be applying for some evening shifts at the good old Barnes and Noble. I'm pretty sure it would be less stressful.

I quit my night job to get away from stress, yet I have it in spades because my other big project is nowhere near finished, and it must be finished by Saturday. So, that's fun.

So, that is what I know. Everybody wants a little piece of me, and I want to go away to my happy place. Have a happy Monday!

P.S. If you are a meth, pot, crack, crank, heroin or other form of drug addict, please have the presence of mind (I know, I know, a contradiction in terms) to STOP TALKING TO ME. I don't feel good, and I don't care about all the crazy things that are going on inside your head.