So, as some of my loyal readers (yes, both of you) have probably noticed, I've been a little absent from the blogging world lately. And I have my job to thank for that.
For the past three weeks, we have been gearing up for the beginning of the 2008 Fiscal Year, which starts on October 1st. Because I work in Finance, I have been working LONG hours trying to get everything done. The first iteration of our budget was due last Thursday, but then they extended that to Friday, which was then extended until today. Oh, and now it's been extended until tomorrow.
I don't mind working hard, and putting in long hours isn't something that normally would get to me, but the last few weeks have required me to do the following:
1. Cancel dinner with my friend Beaver.
2. Cancel dinner with my friend Beaver again.
3. Get in an argument with my new boss because we were both in horrible moods.
4. Cry at work three times in one day.
5. Cancel a trip to visit my dad (who I haven't seen since Christmas) for Father's Day.
6. Cancel dinner with Beaver for a third time.
7. Come into work on scheduled days off for the 6th and 7th times since March.
8. Be late getting home on Ship's birthday.
9. Not spend enough quality time with my dog.
There have been other things too, but they are mostly trivial compared to these things. Not that any of these is a major deal, but I'm starting to see a pattern develop of me effing over my friends and family because of work, and I don't like it.
Is it too early to retire?
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if you can figure out a way to retire, please let me know.
I hate budgets. HATE THEM. They petrify me. You want me to bring in how much, now?! And only spend *that* on this project?
Yeah, that's SO gonna happen.
I can see that you've been through this process as well!
Of course, working for a government contracting company, it's more like they are getting us to spend as much of the money that we have available to us as we can, so it's a little different than what you're used to!
Anyway, it's 11PM . . . time for me and Smelly to call it a night and head home. (She keeps me company when I work late . . . it's nice having a guard dog, because this place is creepy at night!)
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