Let Them Run Free!
Part of the end of year madness is that I've taken on an extra project at work. Yes, that was probably stupid of me. Except that it's paid. And Shelley and I are going to New York soon, hell yeah!, in a week and 2 days, and so the extra money will be nice, and it's a project with a potential source of consistent funding and there's no NGO in the history of the world that isn't going to do a little year end hustle to tap that ass.
So great, right, a little extra work, not so bad. Wrong, and wrong, and wrong. It is so bad. It is so bad. It involves going through a spreadsheet line by line, 367 lines in this particular worksheet, for inclusion in or exclusion from a magical list. 367 lines may not sound like a lot, but it's the last 367 lines. I've already been through over 3000 other lines.
During a meeting today, I told my boss I'd spent Saturday feeling like there were gerbils scrabbling 360 degree circles around and madly around my skull, squeaking desperate squeaky cries for freedom. He, who is currently auditing my Saturday's work, laughed. A short, high-pitched, almost desperate, laugh.
2 comments:
As a fellow NGO worker, I feel your pain. January to March is the busiest time of the year for me because I crank out one publication and lay the groundwork for a later-in-the-year publication, which usually takes up all of my time for those months. This year we added THREE extra projects, all of which had elements that required my attention, so I had to crank out the one pub in about six weeks - a crazy short amount of time - and then work on these other things.
Not. Fun. At. All.
It totally sucks. I can't wait for Monday.
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