Last week was a lot like Sunday at work.
It was busy. I was almost to my limit, four tables steady, and we were short handed and the shift leaders couldn't help too much. But I was keeping up with the work load, and then somebody asked if I could take a table. I really couldn't. But I did a math equation than led to me to saying yes.
Does any one know how bad I am at math?
I did this twice- gave myself a fifth table that led to being double-sat which led to A.D. taking the table from me, which led to a lot of...well I was upset with myself.
I was cut, I could have left, and then soneone asked if I wanted an eight person table (when I already had 4 tables,) and for some damn reason, I said yes. I put myself back on the board, and proceeded to loose another table to being far behind.
I may have to bend my rule that if someone asks me to work or take another table, I'll take it.
It was the closest I ever was to breaking down at work, and I'm fairly mentally tough.
I met my match and I didn't like it, there was physically too much work to do, and no one could help. Or I didn't ask hard enough.
I had already ran myself down, and was sick by wednesday night. I was literally stacked, and had to go grocery shopping at midnight after work because I was out of bread and eggs, (and I owed Tunde a six pack of woodchuck hard cider.) I skipped karate again on sunday because I still had work to do on the paper, the Michigan times.
Being stacked also led to me slacking a little at my internship and causing more work for someone who didn't really need or deserve it.
I really felt hung over monday morning, which is where it all ended, with shipping the paper out, and it looks grreeaat.
A lot of people are busy, but they're paid busy, Let's clarify this. 60% of why I'm busy is paid in experience, news clippings, and grades. That's as close to bitching as I want to get, ever.
The week's over, thank god. We won't even get into all the problems at the paper.
Hung out with Rebekah, played xbox- hitman 2. I'm dying to choke somone off with fiberwire in that game but it just hasn't happened.
So what's the f'ing point? I guess know your limit, and take care of yourself, if you don't you certainly can't help anyone else.
It was busy. I was almost to my limit, four tables steady, and we were short handed and the shift leaders couldn't help too much. But I was keeping up with the work load, and then somebody asked if I could take a table. I really couldn't. But I did a math equation than led to me to saying yes.
Does any one know how bad I am at math?
I did this twice- gave myself a fifth table that led to being double-sat which led to A.D. taking the table from me, which led to a lot of...well I was upset with myself.
I was cut, I could have left, and then soneone asked if I wanted an eight person table (when I already had 4 tables,) and for some damn reason, I said yes. I put myself back on the board, and proceeded to loose another table to being far behind.
I may have to bend my rule that if someone asks me to work or take another table, I'll take it.
It was the closest I ever was to breaking down at work, and I'm fairly mentally tough.
I met my match and I didn't like it, there was physically too much work to do, and no one could help. Or I didn't ask hard enough.
I had already ran myself down, and was sick by wednesday night. I was literally stacked, and had to go grocery shopping at midnight after work because I was out of bread and eggs, (and I owed Tunde a six pack of woodchuck hard cider.) I skipped karate again on sunday because I still had work to do on the paper, the Michigan times.
Being stacked also led to me slacking a little at my internship and causing more work for someone who didn't really need or deserve it.
I really felt hung over monday morning, which is where it all ended, with shipping the paper out, and it looks grreeaat.
A lot of people are busy, but they're paid busy, Let's clarify this. 60% of why I'm busy is paid in experience, news clippings, and grades. That's as close to bitching as I want to get, ever.
The week's over, thank god. We won't even get into all the problems at the paper.
Hung out with Rebekah, played xbox- hitman 2. I'm dying to choke somone off with fiberwire in that game but it just hasn't happened.
So what's the f'ing point? I guess know your limit, and take care of yourself, if you don't you certainly can't help anyone else.
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