Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Whoosh! There Goes Another One!
Gosh, I feel like the days are literally, literally (haha!) flying by! There aren't enough hours to get to everything that I need to get to. As for Xmas shopping, all I can say is thank goodness for Amazon.com and expedited shipping...
Now, a rant! How fun, right?
Okay, PSA (that's public service announcement)...if you are a busy parent, you certainly have my sympathy. However, I am not sympathetic enough to take charge of your children every afternoon when school gets out until you wander in to pick them up at 6 or 7 in the evening. I spend more time explaining to parents that the public library is not exactly the child-safe environment that they seem to imagine it to be. Also, when a kid has been sitting in school all day, he / she needs a little time to be active and the library isn't the place for that! I feel bad when I have to ask children to leave, but this place would descend quickly into complete anarchy without some consequences for inappropriate behavior. I am really not an old witch, but sometimes working here makes me feel like one.
An additional stress here at work is that one of the only three full time people that we have in this department is on Family Medical Leave indefinitely. This just means that her work falls mostly to me and the other full time person (my boss). Having been on the other side of this, though, I would much rather be in my position of having some extra work, than in her position of caring for a sick relative. So, I willingly tote that barge and lift that bale. But I still might get a little cranky now and then.
I have been so frazzled that I completely forgot about Team C's birthday. I actually remembered at this exact moment...you are seeing me remember it...oh, I thought it was yesterday, but it is today! I can still redeem myself as a decent indecent friend. *whew!* That's another thing though, I am all confused on my days! I don't know what day of the week it is, let alone the date.
Does anyone have a secret method for slowing things down a bit? If so, send me a letter, drop me a line, stating point of view. Um, spontaneously quoting Beatles songs might be a symptom of my stess. I don't know.