Whew, what a week. On Sunday I thought I would have a good week because a. only four work days, b. many people out of town for the holiday and c. only a few meetings. I thought I would be able to catch up on old projects and paperwork. You know what they say - expectation is premeditated resentment. I wish I had never expected an easy week but an easy week is definitely not what I'm having. I am so busy juggling six meeting changes at a time with an average of 6 people's scheduled per meeting. Sometimes getting 6 people to agree on a same day and time is near impossible. I feel like that act I used to see on the Ed Sullivan show where a man puts a plate on top of a yard long stick and sets it to a spinning balance and proceeds to set six more plates to spinning. He runs back and forth spinning plates and keeping them all going at the same time. That is what I am doing at work - running between plates and keeping them spinning round and round. On top of that difficult people are coming out of the woodwork this week. I can deal with difficult people. I know who they are and what to expect. The difficult people who use extra sweet voices as they spew venom are the most difficult for me to stomach but I can stomach them. Maybe the full moon is bringing the difficult people into focus. I'm not sure. But the next time I think I'm going to have an easy week I should remember to immediately push that thought out of my mind because nothing good will come of setting the bar that high.
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