I started the week feeling pretty peppy only to slowly peeter out. Mainly because work has been so very, very busy. The moment I walk in the door there are things to do and people that require my attention. Many is the meeting I've sat through. Many is the hand I've been required to hold. Monday morning I came into work and headed straight into meetings. I didn't even get to check my email until after lunch. Which is the equivalent of totally leaving me hanging. Because if there's one thing you learn as you get promoted, it's that if the sky is falling it's going to be accompanied by no less than 47 emails documenting how and where things fell apart and what needs to be done. And at least 7 of those emails will be someone trying to deflect blame or otherwise push "the sky is falling" problem on someone else.
Technically, I planned to take today off to take care of some personal errands except I discovered a need for my presence specifically on a teleconference early this morning. I had to stay a little late yesterday just to coordinate the teleconference. When coworkers gave me a hard time for being at work a little later than usual I mentioned I had a matter on my desk that makes me want to stab my eyes out repeatedly. Which is worse than just wanting to stab my eyes out once but significantly less severe than something that makes me want to fling myself head first into a woodchipper. The hierarchy of things that torture my soul is a complicated business.
Tomorrow I have two meetings on my calendar but I have high hopes to disappear to parts unknown after lunch. I'll be so completely un-peppy by then it'll be hard to not scrap running errands and just head home for a bubble bath. Which is relaxing but not especially productive and I've got stuff to do, people! I've got appointments to make! Paperwork to fill out! A small child in need of a kindergarten! What kind of mother puts off kindergarten hunting to sit in a stupid teleconference? Someone's going to come to my house and take that child away and give her to a mother capable of getting her act together!
And I will be sad. Although I'll probably be sad while sitting in a meeting. Because if a tree falls in the forest and there's no one there to meet to discuss it, the tree didn't really fall and you are a liar for saying it did and you better figure out a way to get the alleged uprooted tree back in the ground no later than the close of business today. I meet therefore I am.