Oh my gah you guys. Come pull up a chair and warm your hands by the white hot frustration I'm giving off. Toast some marshmallows. Slip off your Choo heels and warm your toes.
It has been a long stressful day in the office. Just be thankful I was able to squeeze out a hasty post about Cap'n Dreamy earlier, because aside from that I've barely had time to scratch myself. (FYI - not that I need to.)
The two part-time replacements for my role here at The Big Christian Charity have started. For those in need of backstory; I'm a contractor, I have to leave this job by June 30 because that's when the funding runs out for my position, my job role has grown from one looking after the admin needs of around 40-50 clients to now around 300. I could have taken the position a while back, but the money sucks so I'm happy to move on. So, they are replacing me with two part-timers, making this more like a 1.5 times me position.
They are very nice. They are very nice. Nice, nice. Nice times two. But my head is about to explode. They've done nothing wrong, well almost nothing but we managed to dig the pesky staples out of the innards of our very, very expensive photocopier and in the long run no (obvious) damage was done. This is just the wrong day. I'm in the middle of a billing cycle that is way overdue, the field staff all come in to drop off their client payments to me today, and well blah de blah de blah. You know?
The Internetz and I have not had anywhere near enough quality time.