If one more person needs one more thing from me I swear my brain will implode.
At home I’ve got shrieking children attached to my legs, three baskets of laundry to fold, my husband’s classwork to help with, letters to mail and paperwork to fill out. You know you’re feeling frazzled when you’re just happy you successfully got your car insurance paid before they charge you a late fee. That was my big accomplishment yesterday. Some people climb Mount Everest. I cross calling MetLife off my to do list.
At work, “the sky is falling” project is done but now I’m stuck trying to catch up on regular non sky is falling stuff. And I swear half of the free world thinks they have the world’s most important issue to discuss with me pretty much all day long. Which is insane because my job is normally exceptionally low key. It’s like I’ve teleported into someone else’s life.
One more phone call may send me over the edge. First my husband was calling needing social security numbers and credit card information. Then my dad wanted to discuss an upcoming business trip and some paperwork he needs. I realize I've been spacing out forgetting his paperwork for two weeks now. But bear with me, dude. It took me six weeks to return a phone call. That's gotta put the wait time on non essential paperwork at like eight weeks minimum at this point.
People don't seem to understand the current backlog that my staff and I are currently experiencing here at I'm About To Lose My Mind Headquarters. I should have my secretary issue a memo on that. My imaginary secretary that is. I will title the memo, "Stop needing things for the next two minutes or my head's going to implode."