I am not bi-polar or clinically depressed. I don’t suffer from panic attacks or excessive fears. But there are days like yesterday where I feel like the world is pressing down on me, crushing me into the ground. Read more
Monday’s may not be anyone’s favorite day of the week, but I absolutely hate them. Monday should be a day I gently slide back into the routine of real life, which for me is my job. I am the lead business analyst of a large project with many problems. Our delivery date will not be met, yet no one will admit it. My team is inexperienced and needs lots of guidance. My boss lives in some sort of fantasy world where I am Superwoman and I will save the day (so that mere mortals like herself can sleep well at night), so telling her things are bad doesn’t do much good. And countless project managers who cannot see past the end of their MS Project Plan. Instead of a gentle breeze, Monday blows in like a May tornado, hitting quick and hard, leaving a trail of debris that needs to be cleaned up. Between 7:00 am and 9:00 am, I will have at least two meetings. My e-mail inbox will include new items to be concerned about, take care of, or do myself. My task list grows longer each day and my inability to complete anything holds up other people from completing their tasks. I am literally the clog at the bottom of the funnel. And as I look ahead to the rest of the week, I see no hope of things improving. Monday has barely begun and I am defeated.
For anyone reading this, I’m sorry this is nothing more than a rant and a woe-is-me pity-party. It’s been a week since I last blogged (due to work travel) and I felt I needed to post something. This was all I could muster. Feel free to add your own “I hate Monday” post. Misery loves company!
Off to my first meeting!