Workity work
Pro: Running into the executive director and program director in the copyroom after hours scores me major suck-up points.
Con: Still being at work at 7:30 in the evening sucks ass.
I sure do hate being so busy; I managed to cram an extra work day into the past two weeks, so I don't have to take any vacation time for my vacation day tomorrow. But late work always seems so productive. The hours crawl until 4:30, but if I stay after, suddenly it's dinnertime, and I'm still flitting around, getting things done.
I wonder if this means I don't use my time wisely. I suspect that's the case, though I'd prefer to consider myself overworked. After hours, things seem more relaxed. I have no deadlines but the next day.
On the stressful work front, I am not longer terrified and speechless at the feet of my Spanish-speaking client. What little I knew is coming back to me, though it's heavily peppered with French, thoroughly confusing both me and her. While most of me hates it, and feels frustrated at the language barrier, I get so excited when I'm able to say something. I was sssooo excited by Yo no trabajo manana. Hasta lunes! With trilling Rs and soupy Ns with tildes and everything.
Part of the reason why I worked so late was at 5 o'clock, she came to me with her WIC voucher, and I decided it was best to take care of then, instead of making her wait until Monday. We went to Winn-Dixie, where I remembered jugo, and learned the really complicated word for "eggs." And I got to make faces at the sweetest one-year-old I've ever met, who I am trying to win over so she doesn't cry when I want to pick her up. I sure do love well-behaved children.
Con: Still being at work at 7:30 in the evening sucks ass.
I sure do hate being so busy; I managed to cram an extra work day into the past two weeks, so I don't have to take any vacation time for my vacation day tomorrow. But late work always seems so productive. The hours crawl until 4:30, but if I stay after, suddenly it's dinnertime, and I'm still flitting around, getting things done.
I wonder if this means I don't use my time wisely. I suspect that's the case, though I'd prefer to consider myself overworked. After hours, things seem more relaxed. I have no deadlines but the next day.
On the stressful work front, I am not longer terrified and speechless at the feet of my Spanish-speaking client. What little I knew is coming back to me, though it's heavily peppered with French, thoroughly confusing both me and her. While most of me hates it, and feels frustrated at the language barrier, I get so excited when I'm able to say something. I was sssooo excited by Yo no trabajo manana. Hasta lunes! With trilling Rs and soupy Ns with tildes and everything.
Part of the reason why I worked so late was at 5 o'clock, she came to me with her WIC voucher, and I decided it was best to take care of then, instead of making her wait until Monday. We went to Winn-Dixie, where I remembered jugo, and learned the really complicated word for "eggs." And I got to make faces at the sweetest one-year-old I've ever met, who I am trying to win over so she doesn't cry when I want to pick her up. I sure do love well-behaved children.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home