So two days into work and I already feel like I'm drowning. When I left I knew every file I had, and where I was on it, what needed to be done. Now even the files that are still mine (which is about 90% of them) I don't know what is going on with them. Plus I have about 45 new files, 30 of which are in a system I've never worked. I started today by just writing expense checks in the new system and even that was complicated. I know I can figure it all out eventually, but it's just frustrating. And in the meantime I have to get some semblance of work done, right?
I just want to go home. But really, I know I should want to go home and be with my son but more than that I want to go home and take a nap. Why does working have to be so stressful and hard?
I think that I'm insulted by the amount of people that now tell me how I "look like a mom now". What's that about? I go out and get professional looking clothes because my work attire was very casual before and now I "look like a mom". So what they're saying is I don't look like a teenager anymore, which is good but in saying that they make me feel like I look old instead of saying that I look good now. Blah.
Anyhow, I'm heading home. Christen is taking me for sushi, which I couldn't be happier about at this moment. :)
****update -- this really was the day from hell - I got rear-ended again! This makes twice in two months, and I just got my bumper replaced from the last one! This time it was worse, so I hope it's just my bumper and nothing more that costs more. The lady wants to take care of it herself but I got her insurance info anyhow. I better not get burned on this. I'm so annoyed.
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Or maybe they mean that you appear to be more confident as moms are known for juggling lots of things and never letting their kids know they're struggling. But I can completely understand what you mean. They should say "professional" or "confident" instead, but they're still thinking of you in that frame set of "new mom".
I hope everything works out with your car. A guy here at work (who I still have never met) hit my car in the parking lot. He reported it, but then he wanted to handle it himself. After I got two estimates for almost $1000 he decided to let his insurance take care of it. It was an uncomfortable process for both of us. I was glad he reported it, but still annoyed I had to wait 2 weeks for him to give me his insurance information.
And a nap sounds wonderful and I even had a full night's sleep last night. I can't imagine how a change in schedule and an infant would do to me.
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