My day was the pits!
I got to work at 5:30 this morning because there were some things that had been dumped on my desk yesterday at 2:30 that needed to be done by last Monday.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to work on that stuff because there was a problem with the project that I just finished. Everyone else who had worked on the project was taking the day off so that they could go to the Cubs game today. (I was offered a ticket to the game, but it was done like this: "Do you want to go to the Cubs game with THE GUYS? I don't think you do. I bet you would rather spend the day with your family than go to a baseball game with a bunch of smelly guys who just want to swill beer. You've already spent SO much time with them. I bet everyone that you wouldn't want to go.")
Ahem.....
Anyway, I was left holding the preverbial bag. I didn't get the mess sorted out until 10:30.
At which point, one of the owners of the company decided that he wanted to stop by to chat about how I felt about the previous project.
So finally, at 11:30, I started working on what I was going to work on at 5:30.
About that time, the guy who needed the stuff came in and proceeded to hover over me, asking me every 2 minutes, "Is it done?"
(No... of course not. It's at least a week's worth of work.)
This lasted until about 1:30 until one of the other company owners came in and wanted something totally different. "Oh, I hear your the graphics person now. I need an icon for my project. Can you get that to me immediately?"
(Sound familiar, Erik?)
That took about a half hour. Then the previous guy was back. "I don't understand why this is taking so long."
This from the guy who didn't know what a roll-over was!
About a half hour later, I gave him the first installment and said that I was going to be working on the rest of the stuff and giving it to him in installments. I then reminded him that I wouldn't be in tomorrow because my daughter's Drama Camp performance is tomorrow.
At that point, he said, "Oh no! That's not good! We need this for Monday. We promised the client that we would demo this."
(I looked and didn't see a frog in his pocket. I have no idea who the "we" was, because it sure as heck wasn't me!)
So I continued to work. At 4, I started to pick up the phone to call my hubby to see if he could pick up our daughter at camp at 6. Then I remembered... It's Thursday. Cheerleading practice.
Oh crap!
So I quickly grabbed my things and told the guy that I would be back tomorrow afternoon, even though I had planned on taking the whole day off.
I left at almost 4:30 and drove to the camp. Traffic was bad, so I got there at 5. Then I realized... they weren't AT the camp this afternoon. Because it's the last week of camp, they went to one of the big pools in the area for the afternoon. So I ran back to my car and drove over to the pool to get my daughter.
Then we stopped on the way home to get some ice (for the big cooler that I take to practice with us when it's hot) and bread. (My hubby called as I pulled in the 7-11 parking lot to warn me that our cupboard was bare.) Of course, there was an enormous line there. I've never seen the place so busy!
We finally got home at 5:35. I quickly threw some food together for our daughter. By 5:55, we were back out the door and off to practice.
Fortunately, practice was called early because a storm rolled in.
I got home just in time for the chat.
I am SO tired.