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Although I have calmed down considerably now from my state of extreme bad temper this morning!


It was that mailing that did it, and N's attitude toward it. Also the fact that Das Boss called in sick again this morning, and was all 'sorry for leaving you all alone with the move'.

After speaking to R late yesterday afternoon about her mailshot, and how difficult it would be to achieve on such a tight timescale, but that I'd do my best, I then had to call the project leader N to get final clearance on the questionnaire, and boy did she make it twice as difficult as I initially thought.

Me: Explained very clearly and patiently that I would do my uttermost to get it out today, despite the difficulties involved in the office being half-packed already, and the fact that doing it was blowing an enormous hole in my office-move-packing schedule.
N: By the way, we also need you to enclose stamped addressed envelopes to Haverfordwest.
Me (screaming internally): That's going to be really difficult to achieve, because not only does the physical labour of it double my workload at a time when I've already told you I'm extremely pushed and only doing this for you as an emergency thing, but also I really don't have enough stamps to do that, and can't get any more till Monday because there's no one to sign a cheque - and I can't do the mailout on Monday because of the move. It is today or never. I'll compromise on FREEPOST envelopes to Cardiff.
N (grudgingly accepts that but makes it sound like I'm deliberately trying to avoid work): Also, I'm not entirely happy about the format of R's questionnaire. Maybe you could play with the format to make it look better.
Me (screaming internally): I would, except that doing that would take a lot of time and effort I can't afford right now, not if you want this to get out today. It isn't perfect, but it'll do.
At which N again makes it sound like I'm just being lazy and difficult and trying to avoid work.
I end the conversation and start work on the mailshot. This means unearthing two different kinds of envelope, all of which have already been packed. I start throwing things around the storeroom in frustration because it is never enough for me to have one really big job on to handle all by myself at any one time. No, it always has to be complicated by someone dumping another really huge job on me at the same time and expecting instant turnaround.

The phone rings. It is a volunteer organiser in Swansea. "We need to get a newsletter out to our 150 members, and I know you said you needed to have plenty of notice to do that because of the work involved, but it needs to be done really quickly."
I folded and told her it was impossible. I have however printed her a set of address labels so she can do it herself.

Those weren't the only things that happened today to irritate and frustrate me, and I know it is all kind of petty in comparison to some people who are really, really stressed out and under pressure in work. But nevertheless it drove me crazy. I'm up to my chin in packing crates, trying to coordinate everyone for the move all by myself, because no one else is in to do it, and I'm getting all these demands for other things thrown at me out of the blue with instant turnaround expected. Because everyone else's work HAS to be the priority, of course.

Bah!

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