Too Many Things in My Brain
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queenoftheskiesI have been feeling a keen sense of frustration lately. Sometimes, it makes me want to rant or scream, but I just can't seem to gather it all up into a good rant.
Yes, there have been a couple of pretty good-sized disasters recently, but I can't even blame the frustration on them.
I think it's more the myriad of smaller, extremely annoying things that make me want to scream.
Maybe alone, they wouldn't be so bad, but when they gather up and pile on top of one another, sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in them.
I persevered pretty good yesterday. Kept a really good frame of mind. Got some things accomplished.
Then discovered I'd been wasting my time again at work. I'd been sent some accounts (from the old company) to research and collect on, and after about half a dozen calls, I realized I'd been sent OLD information. VERY old, and I'd wasted hours on collection calls and tracking people down.
HOURS. Hours when I already have so much to do.
So, then I had to divert to a new plan and try to dig out old information from various sources even though all the records for the past FIVE years were hauled away by the trustee when the company was sold.
MORE HOURS!!! To discover that at least a dozen of these accounts had already been paid.
Sigh...
Then, the general chauffeur mom stuff, that doesn't usually bother me too much made things worse cause I was already frustrated. Take older son to school at 6:00. Pick youngest son up from play practice at 6:00. Come home, swallow food, leave at 7:15 to pick older son up at school at 7:45.
Get home. Sleep at 8:30.
Wake up at 9:00. Daughter too loud.
Wake up at 10:00. Daughter coming to bed.
Wake up at 11:30. VERY sick. Spent an hour up being sick.
Wake up at 2:30. Repeat the very sick part. Kitty Kero is now awake, too, and thinks mom needs to pet for a while.
Wake up at 4:27. Someone has a small screaming and crying child outside my window. Screaming and crying continues for 15 minutes. Can't sleep. Get up. Screaming and crying continues another 15 minutes. They get in a car. Drive off.
Stop at ATM on the way to work to get money. Less money in account than expected.
Get to work and check balance. Two unauthorized charges that total $50 in my account. One for magazine canceled a year ago. One for landscape graphics (for Poser content) that I've been trying to cancel for the past TWO YEARS.
Called bank. They said call the places.
Called magazine. Yeah, I'd canceled it. No, they didn't give out reference numbers (bank asked for it). They'd already sent out one issue on the new charge, so they were going to deduct 42 cents when giving me a refund. The charge came out of my bank today. It'll take TWO WEEKS to get the refund.
Called the subscription graphics place. I've tried canceling via their website for TWO YEARS. They have no record of me, but continue to charge. Their customer service is out-sourced to India. They wanted my bank account and personal info over the phone. I told them no. They told me they wouldn't help me.
Sigh. Bank to the bank now.
Called the high school. I'd had a call on Friday night (recorded message) that said youngest son had missed two periods of school. He said he hadn't. I believed him.
Called yesterday. Got voice mail.
They called me here at work this morning. Want to know what two periods he missed? AFTER SCHOOL play practice on Thursday and Friday.
I'd already talked to the teacher in charge of the play about that.
Sigh. They told me I'd have to talk to son's counselor and see if she wanted to talk to the teacher or wanted ME to talk to the teacher.
Counselor isn't in yet. Voice mail cut me off. I have to call back later.
Sigh.
Someone here at work "fixed" (I use that term loosely) something they weren't supposed to fix. It made the mess worse.
I've had a call in for the person that can help straighten it out since yesterday. No return call.
And, that's only the tip of the iceberg. There are so many of those small things that it seems like they fill every hour of every day.
Where did they come from? And, why so suddenly? Over the past two weeks it seems like they've developed non-stop.
Alone, they'd be no big dea. But, they're very time-consuming and when I run out of time and have to try to squeeze more things in, I get stressed.
And, then there's my back. I still don't know what I did to it.
End mini-rant. Which wasn't so mini at all, was it?
I guess it was more whining about day-to-day things.
I won't even get into the BIG things.
Yes, there have been a couple of pretty good-sized disasters recently, but I can't even blame the frustration on them.
I think it's more the myriad of smaller, extremely annoying things that make me want to scream.
Maybe alone, they wouldn't be so bad, but when they gather up and pile on top of one another, sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in them.
I persevered pretty good yesterday. Kept a really good frame of mind. Got some things accomplished.
Then discovered I'd been wasting my time again at work. I'd been sent some accounts (from the old company) to research and collect on, and after about half a dozen calls, I realized I'd been sent OLD information. VERY old, and I'd wasted hours on collection calls and tracking people down.
HOURS. Hours when I already have so much to do.
So, then I had to divert to a new plan and try to dig out old information from various sources even though all the records for the past FIVE years were hauled away by the trustee when the company was sold.
MORE HOURS!!! To discover that at least a dozen of these accounts had already been paid.
Sigh...
Then, the general chauffeur mom stuff, that doesn't usually bother me too much made things worse cause I was already frustrated. Take older son to school at 6:00. Pick youngest son up from play practice at 6:00. Come home, swallow food, leave at 7:15 to pick older son up at school at 7:45.
Get home. Sleep at 8:30.
Wake up at 9:00. Daughter too loud.
Wake up at 10:00. Daughter coming to bed.
Wake up at 11:30. VERY sick. Spent an hour up being sick.
Wake up at 2:30. Repeat the very sick part. Kitty Kero is now awake, too, and thinks mom needs to pet for a while.
Wake up at 4:27. Someone has a small screaming and crying child outside my window. Screaming and crying continues for 15 minutes. Can't sleep. Get up. Screaming and crying continues another 15 minutes. They get in a car. Drive off.
Stop at ATM on the way to work to get money. Less money in account than expected.
Get to work and check balance. Two unauthorized charges that total $50 in my account. One for magazine canceled a year ago. One for landscape graphics (for Poser content) that I've been trying to cancel for the past TWO YEARS.
Called bank. They said call the places.
Called magazine. Yeah, I'd canceled it. No, they didn't give out reference numbers (bank asked for it). They'd already sent out one issue on the new charge, so they were going to deduct 42 cents when giving me a refund. The charge came out of my bank today. It'll take TWO WEEKS to get the refund.
Called the subscription graphics place. I've tried canceling via their website for TWO YEARS. They have no record of me, but continue to charge. Their customer service is out-sourced to India. They wanted my bank account and personal info over the phone. I told them no. They told me they wouldn't help me.
Sigh. Bank to the bank now.
Called the high school. I'd had a call on Friday night (recorded message) that said youngest son had missed two periods of school. He said he hadn't. I believed him.
Called yesterday. Got voice mail.
They called me here at work this morning. Want to know what two periods he missed? AFTER SCHOOL play practice on Thursday and Friday.
I'd already talked to the teacher in charge of the play about that.
Sigh. They told me I'd have to talk to son's counselor and see if she wanted to talk to the teacher or wanted ME to talk to the teacher.
Counselor isn't in yet. Voice mail cut me off. I have to call back later.
Sigh.
Someone here at work "fixed" (I use that term loosely) something they weren't supposed to fix. It made the mess worse.
I've had a call in for the person that can help straighten it out since yesterday. No return call.
And, that's only the tip of the iceberg. There are so many of those small things that it seems like they fill every hour of every day.
Where did they come from? And, why so suddenly? Over the past two weeks it seems like they've developed non-stop.
Alone, they'd be no big dea. But, they're very time-consuming and when I run out of time and have to try to squeeze more things in, I get stressed.
And, then there's my back. I still don't know what I did to it.
End mini-rant. Which wasn't so mini at all, was it?
I guess it was more whining about day-to-day things.
I won't even get into the BIG things.
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Date: 2006-02-15 05:29 pm (UTC)and just why do you think "chinese water torture" was so effective in its day, hmmm? ;)
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Date: 2006-02-15 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-15 08:18 pm (UTC)Sympathies.
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Date: 2006-02-15 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-16 03:17 am (UTC)Anyway, just wanted to let you know that you have my sympathy.
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Date: 2006-02-16 06:38 am (UTC)I'm sorry you have to deal with so much crap. Just know that all of us out here are here for you to vent to anytime.
Hang in there, you.