The department I work in is overstaffed. We have been most of the time I've worked there. I originally asked to go over there because they were majorly understaffed. I thought I was going to be in a department of 3 people. Now we've got 5 (at one point 6). I've spent so much time dragging my feet just trying to get my hours in that its driving me absolutely bat-shit crazy. I've already lost 4 hours this week and that totally sucks since we're coming into the holiday season. I even thought about going back to the old department, but they don't really need any help over there, either. Oh, well.
Today I called and asked if I could just come in later. I got so much done this morning. I made a pot of soup, made a big dent in the THW Golf poster I was making for Marcus, shoveled the front steps, washed some dishes...all before noon. I got in about 12:30 and knew the rest of the day was going to suck when I saw that they had my office mate working at one of the inkjetters. After I checked my email and saw there was nothing to do, I clocked out on a break and went back to working on Marcus' poster. It was another hour before there was anything to do and that was because someone else in my department went home for the day. I worked a whole two jobs, prepared a third so that I could tackle it in the morning when the client sends the data and then I had to clock out. Five freaking hours was all I managed to eek out. Oh, well. Of course, I got home early and then Marcus got stuck at work and I had to eat my soup all by myself. At least I had his poster done by the time I got home.
So, how did the poster turn out? Not too shabby:
Today I called and asked if I could just come in later. I got so much done this morning. I made a pot of soup, made a big dent in the THW Golf poster I was making for Marcus, shoveled the front steps, washed some dishes...all before noon. I got in about 12:30 and knew the rest of the day was going to suck when I saw that they had my office mate working at one of the inkjetters. After I checked my email and saw there was nothing to do, I clocked out on a break and went back to working on Marcus' poster. It was another hour before there was anything to do and that was because someone else in my department went home for the day. I worked a whole two jobs, prepared a third so that I could tackle it in the morning when the client sends the data and then I had to clock out. Five freaking hours was all I managed to eek out. Oh, well. Of course, I got home early and then Marcus got stuck at work and I had to eat my soup all by myself. At least I had his poster done by the time I got home.
So, how did the poster turn out? Not too shabby:
Name: LaDonna
