Normally at work I’m running around like a lunatic, fielding over 200 phone calls a day, 300 emails, and jumping when called by any one of 8 different people who will yell my name randomly. That’s the normal pace.

Lately, though, it’s picked up significant steam. This morning there were 3 people waiting at my desk to scream relatively unimportant stuff at me that they felt were the most important tasks of the day. They had also not worked out a priority order amongst themselves, resulting in all 3 arguing with me and each other about what I needed to be doing at that second. Like most mornings, I didn’t even have the chance to leave my desk to get some coffee. Now it’s nearly lunchtime, and while the pace has subsided slightly, everybody else in the bullpen is out on missions, leaving me the only one here and once again, unable to leave my desk to get some coffee.

It’s probably for the best, since bathroom breaks are just as laughable of a possibility. The weekend was a blur and the work week has already squashed my soul. Still…. 5 weeks to go. 5 weeks (and one of them is the abbreviated Thanksgiving week!) and then I’m on Paid Family Leave or Paternity or whatever. Then the kid shows up. Then I’ll finally be able to relax, right?