Good morning, it’s cold out. Please come in and join me for a socially distanced chat and a cup of coffee or a hot beverage of your choosing.
The white stuff (snow) has at last made an appearance in my part of the woods. It came down hard yesterday and dumped several inches of the powdery stuff Utah is known for. What took you so long, Mother Nature? Did it take a groundhog to tell you winter is still here and will hang around for another 6 weeks or so for you to realize you forgot to do your job?
If we were having coffee, I would tell you this week has gone by surprisingly quick.
Of the 168 hours in a week, I spent this week…
- Working just shy of 52 hours
- Commuting about 2 hours to and from work on the single day when I need to go into the office
- Getting around 56 hours of good night sleep with several attempts of sleepwalking
- Squeezing in around 8 hours of writing/blogging
- Allowing myself around 14 hours (2 hours/day) watching TV and exercising
- Arranging the rest of the hours completing chores, eating meals, playing scrabbles on my phone, or reading
If we were having coffee, I would tell you even though I worked almost 12 hours overtime again this week, I am not feeling the satisfaction of getting my work done. I feel quite the opposite. I feel like I haven’t gotten anything done and it’s already the weekend again.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you it’s been a long while since I had felt this overwhelmed at work. I think it’s been a year since I’ve felt this way.
At this time last year, I was feeling the same way – no matter how many hours I put in, I can never seem to get any work done at work. Last year, it was the constant disruptions – mail, email, phone calls – all while I was trying to reconcile messy credit card transactions. This week, it was mostly the emails. Oh my gosh, the emails. I can’t even began to tell you how much I’m hating emails right now. Even the word irritates me.
Unlike now that I’m working from home, I couldn’t put in as much overtime since I was taking public transportation to and from work and there are only a limited number of buses and trains.
It’ll pass, I think, I hope, one more week of this.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I’m becoming a wiz at phone scrabble. I wonder if I’m this good if I were to play real life scrabble. You want to know the worst part of playing phone scrabble? Playing with a random guy who wants to chitchat rather than play the game. I encountered a guy this week who did exactly that. After two days, he requested I add him to my social media account so he can “get to know me better and see who he’s playing.”
What a creep! Does it matter though, who he’s playing? For all I know, it’s a game and I came to decompress, not socialize.
Ugh, I hate it when this happens. I changed the picture to my Fitbit account for this very reason. Maybe I need to change my picture for all my accounts.
If we were having coffee, I would thank you for joining me in this edition of #weekendcoffeeshare and hope we’ll both return next week.