My week so far has been shit. Mega shit. Shittier than the shittiest shit thing in the entire shitty universe.
My boss and a colleague have been on holiday the last few days. I have had a relief boss working with me, although technically I have been taking charge of a lot of stuff. And it has just happened to be the week that all the mitherers have come out of the woodwork pestering me with phonecalls wanting this, that or the other.
Usually I can handle it, but today I very nearly lost it altogether. An elderly lady was phoning practically every thirty minutes, wanting to know if and when something was being delivered to her. We were waiting for the driver to turn up, as he was later than he usually is. I constantly had to tell her that was coming,but I didn’t know what time. On every occasion it was clear that she wasn’t listening to me. In between, I had phone calls from loads of other people, with me having to deal with queries, as well as the customers in the shop and I was getting increasingly fed up. By the time the aforementioned lady made what seemed her 50th phone call in two hours I was frazzled and I could feel myself about to lose my rag at her completely. I just about managed to hold it together, but I came off the phone feeling like I had been rude to that person.
If that wasn’t enough, I have been ill the last few days, so it didn’t help that I had things like this to deal with. When I got home at lunchtime, I was an absolute wreck. I spent most of the afternoon asleep (good thing it was my afternoon off).
I’m hoping that things get a bit better from tomorrow, but I’m not sure if they will. My dad says I shouldn’t go in if I’m not well enough, but what can I do? There are some things that only I can really help the relief staff with at the moment, although my other colleagues try and help. I really don’t want to let anyone down, but at the same time I don’t know how much more of this I can cope with. I will be so glad when this week is over and everything’s back to normal.
Ok, work rant over.