This kind of sucks, but not in a really bad way

I had to go back to work today. My one week of "vacation" was way too short. I almost cried myself to sleep last night thinking about waking up at 5am, dropping off the kids after praying they will be nice to grandma, and crawling though traffic. After tossing about for half an hour, I took two melatonin tabs and fell asleep in less than 15 minutes.

I started off the day in a crabby mood. My email inbox had 105 new messages. Sometimes being on a listserv is such a bother, especially when replies that should go to the original sender ONLY gets blasted to everyone on the list. Take it offline, people! Did I mention I was crabby?

Most of my day was spent catching up on STUFF! One of my coworkers insisted my business card layout was off and when printed, went beyond the margins. After checking and double checking my specs, I finally discovered she had not selected the correct print settings on the dinky little ink jet printer we all pretend is worth keeping. That was what caused all the ink issues (the green is too light! why is the font not bold enough?) and the runaway margins. I actually ended up writing printing procedures. You know, life would be so much easier if people just thought things through - and did everything to my specifications. Did that sound narcissistic? Then my job here is done.

Our administrative assistant quit two weeks ago, so I have to pick up errant phone calls with the rest of our staff. It is amazing to me how many people do not know the name of their credit union! I work at the Hawaii Credit Union League. The LEAGUE. The TRADE ASSOCIATION for credit unions. I get so many calls from people saying, "I like know the balance of my loan" or "Can you tell me how much money I get in my account?" When I tell them they have called the Hawaii Credit Union LEAGUE and that we are not a CREDIT UNION, it confuses them to no end. Now granted, there are many credit unions in this state with names that start with "Hawaii" but, puleeezh! I know EXACTLY where my money is deposited. I know the phone numbers, the websites, the physical addresses. It scares the crap out of me that some people can walk around in life absolutely CLUELESS! Did I mention I was crabby. More like premenstrual.

I'm going to take a shower now and then collapse on my bed. That is, if I can move kids and cat out of the way. Whose bed is this anyway?