I worked nine hours today (I'm writing this Wednesday night). NINE. Eight hours plus one hour of overtime. I also did this yesterday. Working eight hours is one thing, but adding even one more hour to your workday will make you feel like you are dying and everything is falling apart and why is everything so hard and can you pass the junk food and would it be weird if I started crying?
That extra one hour is a gateway drug to hell. It opens up the doors to work demons who make everything go wrong. They know you're working longer and you're tired, so they unleash their fury. Yesterday, I came home and couldn't turn my brain off for the life of me. I was mentally exhausted, and I woke up today completely work hungover. My brain was still sore, my eyes were still trying to avoid looking at computer screens, my head was fuzzy, and everything was awful. Luckily for me, today was even more difficult than yesterday.
A project I thought was due last week was actually due today.
Another project was assigned to me.
My computer wouldn't function.
James had to make an emergency trip to the doctor (he's fine).
FOB and I nearly collided with each other in the hallway.
There was a problem with my cell phone bill.
Two emails saying something like "Hey Michelle, I think the file you gave me is for someone else..."
My lunch from home was nowhere as yummy as I thought it would be.
The department next to us had a potluck and it was all I could smell all day.
I had to walk past the food all day.
Did I mention my lunch was a fail? And the potluck right next to me.
Every single task at work somehow became 100 times more complicated than it ever should be.
And so much more.
I didn't even get to take my lunch break until 2:30. By that point, I decided I needed some fresh air. My head was fuzzy, and I couldn't think straight. I walked through the hallway, and as I neared the door to the parking lot I jumped a foot and squelched a scream, because there was A CRAB IN THE HALLWAY. Except! Guess what! It wasn't a crab at all! It was a leaf. But, you know, so normal for crabs to be inside office buildings. Especially with all the beaches we have here in central Ohio.
Once that happened and I noticed my brain was powering down, I booked it to Tim Hortons and got an iced coffee. Instead of using the drive through like I normally would, I went inside Timmy Ho's. Last time I went through the drive through several months ago, the jerk employee gave me an iced tea with cream (vom-it) instead of an iced coffee with cream and I didn't notice until I got back to work. It was also during a very bad day and led to me sobbing in my car, and I will do anything to keep that from happening again. Now I go inside and watch them make it. Anyway, I got my iced coffee and looked for the trash can to throw away the straw wrapper. There were two trash cans side by side, each with a logo similar to the ones you see on public restrooms, sort of like this:
Needless to say, it has been a really long week. If you need me, I'll be pulling a George Constanza and napping under my desk.