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Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Um, Yeah... I'm feeling a little overwhelmed today. Along with an assortment of everyday tasks, the new Boss-Guy has asked me to do two things this week: to write up my job-description so he can understand what I do, and to start coming in promptly at 10 instead of rolling in around 11ish. Perfectly reasonable things, things that I pretty much volunteered to do before he asked me, but they are putting me in a very strange and unusual head-space.
So here's the description of all my tasks that I wrote out:Do I really do all of that? Well, on some things, like the filing and the mail, I don't do much of it or I'm really not good at it... but it's my responsibility to do it. What I find funny about this list, after I wrote it, is that the things I spend most of my time doing are described in very few words ("...and other documents as needed" describes about 75% of my work), and the things that take up very little of my time, or only occasionally take up my time, require a lot of words to describe (like the Hudson Audit that is only done annually, or the meetings that are only twice a month).
But the reason this is putting me in a weird headspace is that I suddenly feel pressured by all my multitudinous little tasks. I'd never seen my entire job written out like that before (since the document didn't exist until I wrote it), and I'm a little overwhelmed by the magnitude of separate tasks that I have to deal with. My logical mind knows that I've been doing all this crap all along for four and a half years, and so I should be pleased that I am capable of doing so many different things; but my illogical little alcoholic mind quails before the sheer hugeness of it all. It's nerve-wracking.
The other thing is that I set my alarm for 8 (I usually put it at 9), got up at the first buzz (instead of pushing the snooze button every ten minutes for an hour), had my coffee and read my email and all my daily blogs, took a shower, got dressed, and was out of the house at 9:45 and sitting at my desk at 10 o'clock sharp. I checked messages and emails, then I ran a couple of errands, and got some other things done, wrote a long-ass email to my mother in which I described in some detail my opinion of the current political situation in the State and Nation, made a few phone-calls, counted out the newsletters for distribution, went for a breakfast pastry and coffee, came back and wrote a few letters and whatnot, talked about all sorts of different things with coworker BB, and am in general having this wildly productive day. It's kind of scary.
I guess I'm having a manic episode. I feel all pumped with nervous energy. And judging from past experience, the manic episodes are usually followed by a crash, so I had better milk the mania for all it's worth and get as much done as I can before I tank out.
Well, that's all I have to say today. Here is the email from my mother (so you can see what I'm up against) and the reply I sent back (because I think it's interesting, and because I can't think of anything else to talk about), followed by a nice little piccie:

Mannersized at
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