Pseudotherapy

Oh man, what a week! My job has totally whupped my ass this week, but in an ohsogood kind of way. See, I got fully fed up with falling further and further behind in my workflow, so last weekend I brainstormed ways to remedy the situation. And they worked! Re-structuring priorities, delegating, farming some stuff out and just plain hunkering down paid off in a clear desk and empty inbox by 4:00 Friday. AND I made both my Friday deadlines! I walked out the back door of Incognotorious Inc. yesterday floating on an absolute high. What a sweet drug accomplishment is.

The downside is that I’ve been exhausted and basically brain-dead every evening, too wiped even to blog. All I’ve managed is Twittering and Flickring. But yay! It’s Saturday! Time to clear a few thoughts from my cluttered mind:

Do you know what the #1 drawback is to having a job you truly love? The fear of losing it. Even though I know I’m doing a good job, I keep getting paranoid that I’ll be canned. Like the other day, one of the portfolio analysts called me and ran a 20 Questions on my duties and how I handle them. I could tell I was on speakerphone, and envisioned this group of people sitting around grading my answers. Then yesterday, I got a letter in the mail from our benefits rep, explaining COBRA and how to use it. I freaked out a little bit. But on the other hand, I also had an email from HR congratulating me on completing my 90-day probation. So there ya go.

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Speaking of benefits, the HR email also informed me that I can now begin using my personal days. I have 27 for the year. TWENTY-SEVEN. Not counting the ten paid holidays we get. Also not counting the fact that all Incognotorious Inc. offices close at 3:00 the day before any paid holiday. Also not counting our birthdays, on which we’re “expected” to work only a half-day. Seriously, this company is all about the time off! I just don’t get how I’m expected to keep up with my workload while incorporating 39 days off into a single year.

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Last night we stopped by PetSmart to restock the prescription diet our cats have been on since the scare with Lynksis. The clerk, who definitely seemed to be on something other than the clock, charged us for the big bag of kibble and one can of wet food. We had a case of 24. Bret thought the total seemed way off, but wasn’t sure until he looked at the receipt, at which point he turned back around and pointed it out to the clerk. The woman next in line, listening, interrupted to gasp incredulously, “Forty-four bucks for a bag of kibble and one can of food?!?!” It took all my self-control to not spout off what our vet told us about feeding cats a steady diet of Fancy Feast (of which she was buying two cases) ? it’s the feline version of McDonald’s. But I kept my mouth shut. Our investment in the kitties’ health has paid off bigtime, however, and we have no regrets about the high caliber of feed they’re on. All three have never looked so healthy and beautiful ? and we credit it with saving Lynksis’ life. It’s worth every cent.

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I am very behind on my blog-reading, which is pretty sad considering how few I follow (compared to the rest of you, anyway!). Please, no one take it personally. It’s an energy issue. Oh, and Flickr. Flickr, which has me addicted to guessing titles of movies and songs. Well, everyone has to have some kind of vice.

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