I came in early today since I couldn’t work late last night. I left the house at 7:30 a.m. to take the kids to daycare and be on the way to work by 7:45 a.m. I figured I’d get here right around 8:30 a.m., the time I told Mr. BIL I’d be in. But no. Apparently everyone decided to stay home today, so I pulled into my parking space about 8:05 a.m. I was a bit ticked considering how I rushed around this morning to make sure we’d be out the door by 7:30 a.m.
And now it’s not even 11 a.m. and I feel like I’ve been here FOREVER. Realizing he is out the rest of the week starting tomorrow at noon, Mr. BIL has dumped a bunch of stuff on me that he wants done NOW and doesn’t seem to understand that I can only work on one document at a time. So I’m getting more than a little frustrated each time he comes to my desk asking if I’m done yet.
The only thing making me feel slightly better is that I get to put 1.5 hours of OT on my timesheet, which is nice. But still…
