That is only a meager portion of the shit I've been dealing with at work, which is behind a majority of the stress in my life.

Most of it was work neglected by a former co-worker (who apparently was arrested, dumped by his wife, and is getting masted and discharged; a fate that he is indubitably worthy of) for almost 2 months now. For the past month, I've been told by my superiors that he was going to deal with it. Trusting them, I went to San Diego for a week. When I came back, of course it wasn't done. Yesterday, paperwork in a pile three feet high, was dropped on my lap. I was told to audit the paperwork and make up any work the other guy had failed to complete. He isn't coming back.

I spent the day taking care of it, digging through it all and checking each individual page against the electronic database, taking notes of what and wasn't completed (most of it was not). I did this on top of doing my other job (scanning reams upon reams of paper that, individually, require editing and distribution), but it was easy enough to do both at the same time.

So I know where the work is now, and three feet don't seem so bad.

Monday, I'll have it all digitized. By Wednesday, I'll have it all uploaded to the database and everything back on track.

Every time I try to update my superiors on my progress and the amount of damage done, they just interrupt me with some bullshit, inconsequential conversation. It's annoying, sure, but I'm getting over it. It's disparaging to see that the people in charge of the department are completely clueless as to how it's operating, but whatever. I'm on top of this shit.

The good thing is that the usual work (~300 pages) is easy enough to complete in the same day that I receive it. I have no idea how it got so far behind, but it won't happen again.

Something like 4,000 pages riffled through today and nary a paper cut. I feel fucking awesome.

Oh! And it's Friday!

PEW PEW!