I finished up a project at work about a month ago and sent it to the printers. The details are boring, but I asked them ahead of time about changing the shape of the thing and they made it sound like it was no big deal. It’s a project that takes ages to design because I have to make 120 different versions.
I’ve asked a few times since sending it about an ETA, a price estimate, if there’s anything I need to change or anything I missed, etc. and all I’ve gotten was that everything looks okay in terms of the technical stuff and that they’ll get back to me on the rest of it. They finally did today and it turns out the new shape (which they sent me to use, btw, and which we’ve used before) is $200 more than the other shape I used last year for the quantity we want.
When the person in charge of a different part of this project found out, she shrugged and said “well the other shape is fine. Just do the other shape.” But that means that I have to redesign them from the ground up. 120 versions. Which, again, takes ages. And this needs to be done and complete now-if-not-sooner in order to be possibly printed anywhere near on time. Which would be less of a problem if I didn’t also have plenty of other work to do.
And to make matters more frustrating, I had been planning on taking a vacation next week. I can’t afford to go anywhere, so it was going to be a grand, opulent three whole days at home. My only solid plan was to not do anything work-related (which is unusual- I have my work e-mail open in another tab right now) and oh my god was I looking forward to it. I’ve had a widget on my phone counting down the hours for a couple weeks now (we’re at 6 days, 19 hours, and 36 minutes). But I’m not sure how I’ll be able to get this whole project plus all the stuff that needs to be done ahead to allow me to be OOO for a few days done in time. So there may be no vacation after all.
And they put one of my favorite dogs to sleep yesterday for biting and generally deteriorating and becoming nervous and depressed. She wasn’t an aggressive dog. In fact, both bite incidents were defensive (strangers tried to pick her up. She’s like 40 lb, not a purse dog). Just not well-suited to a shelter and it was wearing on her. If we’d gotten her into a foster home months ago, I have no doubt she would have been fine. But we can’t do that for reasons that are still a mystery to me.
And today, it was a little cat everyone loved. I didn’t have the same kind of connection to him that I did to the dog. And, though it was unexpected, it was for health reasons and so there’s no question of whether it was the right thing to do. But I found out when a co-worker interrupted me in the middle of a puppy adoption to tell me she was splitting the cost of ash return with someone else. So I’m with a customer doing the “Hooray! This is going to be the best day ever for both of you!” part of the job and had to be like “hang on, I’ll be with you in a moment” and just take it in without skipping a beat in the “and she’s all yours! Congratulations!” speech.
So. Also, my face is still grotesquely swollen. Cellulitis around my eye, apparently. So it literally hurts to cry. Like the tears are irritating my already-irritated eye and face. So stupid.
It’s just been a shit week already and it’s only Wednesday… which, given my work schedule, is only “my Tuesday.”
And it’s cold.
