I spent over 10 hours this weekend at the office, trying desperately to stay on top of my current backlog.
My predecessor was amazing when she left the job. Not only did she neglect to instruct me on the how-to's and why-for's necessary to perform a number of difficult tasks, she also managed to drop about a month's worth of outdated, backlogged requests directly in my lap.
Officially she checked out of the office a little under a month ago, though she still pokes her head in on occasion. I think I irked her somewhat when she realized how quickly I was decimating my workload - both current cases as well as her splendiferous old stuff. By last count I took my backlog down from 120 cases to 35 in under four week's time. Little did she know I've been pulling longer days, and coming in on the weekends to stay afloat.
Well, Saturday around noontime I was humming alone to myself, listening to a light ensemble comin' from my computer with the help of the Pandora. Didn't hear her shuffle over to my office until, standing immediately behind me, she said, "Oh, you're here?! I didn't know you came in on the weekends."
Dammit! The ruse was up. Now she knows how I've been able to not only keep up with new requests, but how I've been able to work quickly at erradicating everything she heaped on my proverbial plate.
So, thoroughly annoyed that my solitude was broken (I get so much more work done when left to my own devices), I have decided to take a brief respite from work this week. Might show up Monday morning for a few hours, but then I'm off to see Tom, my tattooist, for the remainder of the afternoon. A few hours in the chair, gettin' poked should be relaxing. I'll likely visit John, a friend and former employeer later this week as well. For several years we used to get together frequently for lunch, if for nothing else than just to shoot the shit. John also has a continual crop of super adorable foreign interns at his beck-and-call. I'm not that lonely, just... accents and all.
I've noticed that whenever I take time off during the week to get work done on my back, I do the half-hearted cough and/or "I'm feelin' might poorly" routine, and call it in as a sick day.
My co-workers have begun to notice that I seem to get the 24-hour flu quite a bit on Monday and Friday's around 11:00a.m.
Go figure.
My predecessor was amazing when she left the job. Not only did she neglect to instruct me on the how-to's and why-for's necessary to perform a number of difficult tasks, she also managed to drop about a month's worth of outdated, backlogged requests directly in my lap.
Officially she checked out of the office a little under a month ago, though she still pokes her head in on occasion. I think I irked her somewhat when she realized how quickly I was decimating my workload - both current cases as well as her splendiferous old stuff. By last count I took my backlog down from 120 cases to 35 in under four week's time. Little did she know I've been pulling longer days, and coming in on the weekends to stay afloat.
Well, Saturday around noontime I was humming alone to myself, listening to a light ensemble comin' from my computer with the help of the Pandora. Didn't hear her shuffle over to my office until, standing immediately behind me, she said, "Oh, you're here?! I didn't know you came in on the weekends."
Dammit! The ruse was up. Now she knows how I've been able to not only keep up with new requests, but how I've been able to work quickly at erradicating everything she heaped on my proverbial plate.
So, thoroughly annoyed that my solitude was broken (I get so much more work done when left to my own devices), I have decided to take a brief respite from work this week. Might show up Monday morning for a few hours, but then I'm off to see Tom, my tattooist, for the remainder of the afternoon. A few hours in the chair, gettin' poked should be relaxing. I'll likely visit John, a friend and former employeer later this week as well. For several years we used to get together frequently for lunch, if for nothing else than just to shoot the shit. John also has a continual crop of super adorable foreign interns at his beck-and-call. I'm not that lonely, just... accents and all.
I've noticed that whenever I take time off during the week to get work done on my back, I do the half-hearted cough and/or "I'm feelin' might poorly" routine, and call it in as a sick day.
My co-workers have begun to notice that I seem to get the 24-hour flu quite a bit on Monday and Friday's around 11:00a.m.
Go figure.
that sux
with luck with that