Sleeping at the office

No, I'm not talking about occasionally falling asleep in front of the computer, although that happens to me a lot, too.

Tonight, I realized I was getting really tired when I opened up files on the computer to search for a photo and read "Long jamas" (as in "pajamas"). It actually said "LoganJames." I also had to do a business tease, and typed in "Palace Aids Fireplace Poop & Spa" (instead of "Pool & Spa").

Time to get some sleep!

In fact, I am sleeping over at the office tonight. My boss used to do it all the time when she had problems at home last year. She hasn't done it much this year, but the futon is still set up with pillows and blankets available in her filing cabinet.

In an attempt to figure out how to get the most hours out of my time off, I am going to work at my other job on Sunday instead of Monday, since my bosses are out of town and I set my own schedule. This way, I will save myself an hour of driving. I will also be able to work all day Sunday, then go home and have off until Tuesday at 3 p.m., when it's time to go back to work. Usually, I work Mondays, which ruins both Sunday and Monday since I have to go to be early, etc.

Anyway, time to shut down the computer now, turn on the office A/C, run to the ladies room and change into my jammies and then tuck myself in with a promotional UConn Husky blanket and rest my head on my princess pillow - a birthday present from last year that got left at the office.

Sweeet dreams, everyone.

Sleepless nights

Once again, a sleepless night.

It's 6 a.m., and I should have been sleeping for 2 hours by now. I've already decided to skip my morning job and go there on Friday instead, but I still have to get up at 11 a.m.

Tuesday night I blamed it on the coffee I had - still effective nine hours later when I tried to get some sleep.

Tonight, I guess I have to admit what it really is: Work has been keeping me up. Not actually working, just thinking about it.

I try not to write too much negative stuff here about the office. Work friends read this, which I have no problem with, but persons who shall remain nameless would not be impressed to find their names mentioned on the almighty internet in the context I intend to mention them.

Let's just say there is a new project at work that was thrown upon me without anyone really consulting me first and now I'm expected to deal with things that haven't been specified and I am not allowed to give up any of my previous duties to figure this out. Someone who doesn't know much may or may not help out, and oh, then there's this one person that always makes everyone want to quit and has no intention of ever leaving, it seems...

At times I really wish I could walk out. "Sorry I didn't have time to get anything done on that project, or anything else you expected me to have done that I didn't know about. Oh, it's due tomorrow? Well, that's really too bad. Tomorrow I'll be at my new job."

A new job, however, is not an option right now. My work permit only allows me to stay with this company, and unless something else opens up real soon in Connecticut, I have no choice but to get through this and hope that everything has a purpose and will work itself out in the end.