Good morning! Welcome to our first #WeekendCoffeeShare of 2023! Come, sit, and don’t forget to grab something warm to drink.
This was my first week back to work since December 23rd and I’ll tell you, it was hard. My brain was still in vacation-mode and so was my work laptop, it seemed. It took me 3 restarts to get my work computer working properly again. It was like my laptop was having a case of the Mondays on a Tuesday. Gah!
All 4 of my work inboxes were full of emails and each time I checked, another 10 emails would suddenly appear. I started working at 7:30 AM on Tuesday but didn’t end up starting on my tasks until almost 2 PM.
This was important week at work because the month of December had just ended. This meant it was month-end and since we changed the fiscal year to align with the calendar year, it’s also year-end, which meant I need to get 2022 wrapped up. Also, since Monday – January 2 – was a holiday, there was no overtime pay this week. So, whatever over 40 hours is still regular pay.
My manager gave us until Friday at 6 PM to get everything done before the period is locked and closed.
By Thursday afternoon, I finished my regular tasks despite having to had to catch up with the things that came in since the 23rd of December. There was only one thing left to do and it suddenly felt like a gigantic task. It was a duty my manager had me take over so my co-worker could help another co-worker.
With less than 6.5 hours left in the 40-hour work week, that task felt truly daunting. If I don’t get it done on time, the revenue would not be recorded in the right period. Yikes!
On Friday, I concentrated on nothing but that task. There was no stopping. No Breaks! No slowing down!
In the end, I got it done in almost 9 hours – about 2.5 hours over the 40 hours. I let out a breath of relief. I was done and it was much less painful than 2021 when I needed to work the weekend as well. I would call this an improvement.
If we were having coffee, I would ask you about your holidays. Did you do anything fun? Anything worth mentioning?
My mom had anxiety and the winter blues this holiday. Every year is something. Last year was the shingles and this year it’s this. I wonder what it’ll be next year? And what happened to her not believing in mental illnesses? She laughed when I told her I have anxiety. “You’re the last person in the world that should be having anxiety.” Her words, not mine.
My guess is she had always had anxiety but recent circumstances – gloomy skies and constant wet weather, her sudden weight loss, and the numerous worries about her health – might had exacerbated the condition. Unlike me, she wouldn’t admit she needed help from a licensed professional. Instead, she’s seeking help from me like everyone in the family when he/she has health concerns.
I honestly don’t know what to do to resolve another individual’s anxiety. I mean, I’m dealing with anxiety on a daily basis myself and often times, it overwhelms me to the point when I can’t talk to anyone.
So far, all I can do is comfort her, “Stop thinking about it,” I told her. Inside though, I was screaming, stop f***ing thinking about it!
So I spent the holidays babying and giving into her whims.
Anyway, I don’t know what will happen this weekend. She suggested we head over the border to Malad City, Idaho or to Evanston, Wyoming or even head further north to Pocatello. It seems like she wants to play the jackpot and be the one in a million to win the lottery.
And here I am, content for once to stay home or head to the library to finish my course to get my advanced certification in Quickbooks online. I do wish she would go without me but I know that’s not something she’s willing to do.
#weekendcoffeeshare is hosted by Natalie of Natalie the Explorer. I appreciate you stopping by and hope to see you back here next weekend.