Ah, re-entry
It's always great to be away from work, even when "away" is not a vacation, but just work elsewhere. Either way, though, re-entry is always tough. This morning, not only did I face a full voice mail box (one from a reader who insisted that "tasked" is not a word) and a full e-mailbox (and I get so worried that I will delete something important while trying to thin out all the dreck) and an overflowing book room (which I am so far afraid to face), but a host of other smaller annoyances that always seem much huger (and to that grammar-loving reader mentioned above? I am decreeing that "huger" is a word) when you're just back from time away.
For instance, I can't find my watch. I feel naked without it, and not in a good way. I forgot my work ID badge at home--you know how, when you travel, you empty your purse of all the extra stuff you don't need? Extra credit cards, ID badge, spare keys, etc? And then of course I forgot to put it all back.
For instance, I can't find my watch. I feel naked without it, and not in a good way. I forgot my work ID badge at home--you know how, when you travel, you empty your purse of all the extra stuff you don't need? Extra credit cards, ID badge, spare keys, etc? And then of course I forgot to put it all back.
I park a block away, behind the back of the building, but this morning I had to rush all the way around the block to the front door so I could sign in at the guard desk. And then they had to call my boss, to make sure it was OK for me to come to work. Yeeks.
And then I picked up my last two paychecks, and found that I have been docked for three vacation days even though I only took one. The woman who can solve it isn't here today. I will not forget to ask her tomorrow, believe me...
I find myself repeating the mantra from the weekend: Oh, well, at least I have a job...
I am going to go out and walk around in the rain and try to regain my equilibrium.
And then I picked up my last two paychecks, and found that I have been docked for three vacation days even though I only took one. The woman who can solve it isn't here today. I will not forget to ask her tomorrow, believe me...
I find myself repeating the mantra from the weekend: Oh, well, at least I have a job...
I am going to go out and walk around in the rain and try to regain my equilibrium.
17 comments:
Major frustrations and to think you deal with this five days a week and do it without complaining. You are like Superwoman. I wonder how much stress you deal with on a daily basis and how much of it is "good" stress? I'm sure I am not equipped for it. But as you say, at least you've got a job, thank goodness. I can't see you staying home all day only walking the dogs and reading numerous novels. There's more to life for you than that, right?
A very important mantra.
And isn't amazing how many things like paychecks and bills one has to take time to fix?
indigo, this company has let so many people go that i think the payroll office is way overworked. i took an HTO day (a day off i had banked for working on thanksgiving) and they marked it as a vacation day, i think. don't know where that third vacation day came from...
and irene, you're right. i keep thinking i'd love to stay home and read and walk the dogs, but the truth is i kind of like my job.
What do you mean, TASKED is not a word?!?! ;-)
I've always hated the "re-entry" to work. But there's one consolation, it'll get better over the next few days while you catch up. Fingers crossed!
Sounds like a trying day.
Mind you, I don't think I'd like to work in an office like your woman in the photo:-)
Too many headaches at the start. I hope the rest of the week runs smoother, especially the paycheck mistake.
I once left my security badge at Reagan Intl. This is the time when the hulking security guard, puzzled as to why I kept setting off the alarms, asked me "You're not carrying anything in your, um, female parts, are you?"
Anyway, I had used my Red Logo Company security badge at the DC office and so still had it on when I got to the airport. Somewhere in the process of divesting myself of all metal objects and iPod, and disclaiming all shrapnel and Medtronic body parts, I left my badge.
Red Logo company was going to charge me $50 to replace it (this is how we teach children responsibility), but when I told the woman in charge of Security the "female parts" story, she laughed, called in three others to hear me tell the story again, and waived the $50 replacement fee.
As I'm sure you know, never underestimate the power of a good story.
This reminds me of just one more thing I do not miss about working.
You are a very strong woman...it will be easier tomorrow. And you've already written one good story from it.
I dread getting back after being away too - on the upside the times always speeds by when you are busy :-)
I have been tasked with an overwhelming assignment my first day back. I'm kind of wishing I'd taken the whole week off, but like you, I'm just grateful to have a job.
Wow, that's a harsh re-entry.
So I'm wondering whether you got your two vacation days back today ...
jim, believe me; it was the first order of business today.
I'm wondering how you responded to the "tasked" complainer?
When someone jerks you around through your paycheck (albeit not with purpose) it really makes you feel violated. Well - I react that way.
Right now I don't even have a paycheck. That's kind of violating, too ha ha ha.
Hope you find your watch
lali, it was a testy conversation.
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