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God.
The Job of Doom has been living up to its moniker a little too well the last two days.
I've gotten slammed with work projects, discovered just how badly former Coworker Jim was at file stuff, and have attempted to train with soon-to-be-a-former Coworker Cindie on squad stuff so I can cover her desk after she's gone.
Today was just one thing after another.
Honestly, I'm about this close to saying "Screw it!" and just getting the hell out.
But, now it's Friday and, hopefully, over the weekend I'll manage to recharge my batteries.
Hopefully.
The Job of Doom has been living up to its moniker a little too well the last two days.
I've gotten slammed with work projects, discovered just how badly former Coworker Jim was at file stuff, and have attempted to train with soon-to-be-a-former Coworker Cindie on squad stuff so I can cover her desk after she's gone.
Today was just one thing after another.
Honestly, I'm about this close to saying "Screw it!" and just getting the hell out.
But, now it's Friday and, hopefully, over the weekend I'll manage to recharge my batteries.
Hopefully.
