Have you ever had one of those days when every time you turned around, another problem pops up?

Today, I had one those days. My day starts at 4:30 a.m. I have no issues with this, I’m an insomniac, and my thoughts on sleep are it’s a big waste of time. On top of being an insomniac, I’m also a work-aholic. Again, no problem, I work for a non-profit organization, they cater to my need to work 50-60 hours a week.

As Dawn was so kind as to explain my current situation in an earlier post, I’m also moving, arranging a mortgage, being assigned a new job, and planning a wedding. She may have omitted the wedding thing, but yes, I’m adding that to the “see how much stress Susan can handle” test.

So, I start my day at work at 7:00 a.m. Did I mention I’m currently commuting 144 miles a day? That’s right, I rise at 4:30, I leave for work at 5:30, I arrive around 7:00 a.m. I glance at my phone and see 7 voice mails. I left work at 6:00 p.m. yesterday with no voice mails. I open my email to 15 messages. Okay, deep breath, a Viviran washed down with my 3rd cup of coffee. 8:00 a.m., emails addressed and answered, pull the files associated with the 7 voicemails that were all from our 24 hour call center regarding clients with complaints. Oh, and I managed to sneak in 2 copies of a 500 page document my fiancée asked me to take care of for his consulting business. 8:05 a.m. receptionist called in sick, find coverage for the phones and make a life-long enemy in the process.

By 11:00 a.m., I’m looking at the clock, pleading to God to silence my phone. Attend a management meeting and listen to the overpaid clinical director bitch that her staff can’t possibly take on any more responsibility that would alleviate some of my responsibilities to allow me to take on more responsibilities. Have I lost you yet?

3:00 p.m., scramble to get the phone call in to the multiple personality client because she turns into a 4 year old at 3:30 p.m. Damn, couldn’t reach her until 3:35 p.m., I’ll have to call her back tomorrow. Verbatim, “I don’t remember why I called you Ma’am, I’m too little to talk to grown-ups” This from a 37 year old mother of three.

4:00 p.m., make another pot of coffee and answer my phone for a call from the mortgage company asking for additional documentation for tomorrow’s settlement. 4:05 p.m. make call to homeowners insurance company to increase the policy because the house appraised higher than expected. 4:06 p.m. listen to the message from the homeowners insurance company explaining that they close at 4:00 p.m. 4:07 p.m, contemplate the problems associated with not being able to move as planned this weekend.

7:00 p.m. arrive home, hug my lover, state that ordering pizza in for dinner is a damn fine idea, and ask him to open a bottle of Kendal Jackson Cabernet.

8:30 p.m. start 3rd glass of wine and spill my guts to the phantom therapists of the internet.
Tomorrow’s another day.