Frozen Nowhere

shh…
 
Its relatively quiet in my office today.
 
My manager is talking on the phone.
 
My coworker is typing away in his office, and for once not grumbling to himself about something.
 
The site superintendent is talking to the men in the back.
 
And I’m slowly going through the huge collection of paperwork on my desk.
 
Sometimes my job sucks. I mean, I am GLAD to have the job, and the flexibility that I am given here… but the fact of the matter is that while my job is frustrating it isn’t exactly challenging, and its DEFINATELY not what I went to school for.
 
I have 2 degrees, and while that sounds

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I don’t expect to get a great deal of work done today. That’s not being silly, its just reality. I’m a bit burnt out this week, and I am looking forward to seeing the “really great guy” later this evening, and Christmas planning is kicking my ass, and I am overwhelmed at work and the guys aren’t in.

Today I am supposed to be doing invoicing. While it doesn’t SOUND difficult, there are a few projects are broken into small “progress” invoices, and this is where things start to get insane. Heck, sometimes we have a fully executed contract, noted and copied at BOTH offices, and we can’t agree on what the contract value is. And then there are…

Life lessons of the moment

So… I intended to get to the podcast last night, only to find that the internet in my suite wasn’t working. It would bounce up and down, disconnecting me over and over. The biggest issue is that the main router for the residence was located upstairs, in the suite above me (yes, it is part of our rental agreement that the internet is part of rent, so no issues there) – and unfortunately for me the residents upstairs are not sure how to deal with the router.

So… that necessitated my landlords coming over and moving the main router to the common area (the laundry room) so…

But I seem to have lost my brain.

 I know its here… somewhere… under the pile of invoices that have to be dealt with, the outgoing mail, the document approvals, the contracts to be looked at, the stacks of time cards, the out basket filled with things needing filing, the concrete supply tickets, the requests for information, or the outgoing Purolator envelopes. Maybe it’s the fact that the phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I got here at 7:30am, mostly with people wanting things to start RIGHT NOW…

I was given this idea by a friend, that when I was at work I should try to write a bit on my breaks. The way my job works out, I tend not to have formalized breaks in my day – I take the kids to the babysitter by 7:30am, then I have a 45 min drive from the town I live in to the town I work in…all the way through rural Saskatchewan. I arrive at work around 8:00-8:15, but usually before 8:30am… and usually work at the computer from 8:30am until 5:00 pm when I make my 45 min drive through rural Saskatchewan to pick up my kids at the babysitter’s home.  While I am at…