Have you seen my stapler?

This last week has been one of the more challenging weeks in recent history for me. Change and adjustment were at the forefront, which, let me be frank, these are not things I am comfortable with. Ya see, I wasn't actively searching for a job, but I got a phone call week before last from someone who, well it's kind of hard to explain. I should call him my previous boss, but he was always more, friend, father figure, support, the list goes on. I made him look good, made his job easy, and he in-turn took care of me by basically allowing me perverse amounts of latitude in my job. It was, I must say, the most epic supervisor/ admin. asst. relationship ever recorded in history. And then the twins came along and I couldn't afford to continue working for him. So this someone calls me week before last and says, hey, I know Sgt. Dad is out of work, and I have a line on a job opportunity that you are perfect for and the place is desperate and you could start ASAP if you want.

Being practical and pragmatic, I jumped at this. I mean, any money is better than no money, and after talking it over with Sgt. Dad we agreed we could do this. The job is only temporary, for a 30 day term, and it could be mine if I so choose.

Question is, do I choose?

I jumped in with both feet, gung ho. Excited. Ready. Even a bit ego-inflated. I was briefed on the status of this particular workplace- things were in a bad state. I'll spare you the boring details, but just know it was sort of a perfect storm of events that resulted in a ridiculous amount of unanswered phone calls Monday morning, and a lot and I mean A LOT of pissed of clients. One day into it and I was ready to stab someone in the foot. The disorganization. The lack of protocols. The assumption that I was well aware of all goings-on and wouldn't require additional training. I sat at that desk at the end of the first day and thought, I am in way over my head here. I came home, got stuck in traffic, cursed repeatedly, pulled into the drive-way and fought the urge to cry. And then I saw the kids and I felt worse and better at the same time. Is that possible?? So glad to be home. So happy to hug them. So sad that I was gone all day. Tuesday was much the same. Then Wednesday, another day of frustration in that office- I was ready to throw the constantly ringing phone out the window. And when I arrived home- Sgt. Dad attempted to bribe me to quit- by saying he would contract out again, go back overseas, and buy me my dream car when he got back- just so I could be home with the kids. Apparently they were rough on him that day, tantrums and toilet training and tears. I even heard the following words, and this is a direct quote you guys- 'I don't know how you did this while I was gone.' Yea, Buddy, this full time SAHM thing isn't as fun as people think it is. Thursday got a bit better, and Friday- well the majority of Friday was sort of fun because I didn't have to sit in the office all day and got to see old work friends and my old boss during a training do-hicky-thingy. (Nice $10 word there, huh?) After finishing the training though, it was back the office, to figure more shit out on my own with my current supervisor no where in sight. WTF dude? I've been here 5 days and I'm supposed to run this shit? For the piddly shit I'm getting paid? You've got to be kidding me. Frustration can not even begin to describe the feeling. I came home, bitched and whined, and complained all night and then promised not to say another word about it for the rest of the weekend. Because you know, it's just a job. So instead of saying anything out loud, I'm here, typing away, getting things off my chest.

As much anxiety as I harbor I've always known that there are some things that I'm damn good at. I was sure that this would be easy. I could handle this. Not so much. At least not yet. I'm gonna regroup, drink wine, hug my family, and stop thinking about it. And come Monday morning, I'm gonna pull up my big-girl-granny-panties, and attempt to dig in again. If there are no protocols and no organization, perhaps it's time to make some.....
and if my supervisor doesn't go get his own stapler some time soon....


















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