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in which i do not complain about work
So my work is going to get nuts for about the next two months (and stay that way, though not quite as badly, for two more after that). Briefly, and without revealing too much, we've almost finished gathering the data we were meant to finish gathering a week ago today; we've got until July 2 to process it, which is only enough time by virtue of the fact that it has to be; and then we've got until September 4 to analyze it and present it in the form of a complete report. Did I mention I'm the lead RA on this phase of the project? FUN.
But I'm not complaining, and I'll tell you why. Once upon a time, I used to be a paralegal. And one afternoon, the attorney I was doing most of my work for at the time mentioned that he had this presentation he needed me to help him finish up because he hoped to FedEx about thirty copies of it to the client the next morning. And it turned out that by "finish up" he meant "create". There were graphs and charts and indices and things kept changing and long story short, I am not even kidding you, after having come in at 9:00 that morning (as was my custom), I finally got out of there at ... 8:30 the next morning. No fooling. People were coming in and saying good morning and I couldn't even muster the energy to glare at them -- I got in a cab (they were totally paying for my cab) and went home and slept, and the time sheet reflected that I'd basically worked two days literally in a row, so I didn't burn any leave time for the fact that I wasn't actually there during business hours the second day, so all in all that was all right.
And of course there are people who, even given a good job with benefits and all that, if they found themselves not leaving work until 8:30 am, would have to be back at their desks by like 10:00, instead of by like Thursday. Remembering that 23.5-hour day makes me glad I don't have a job like that.
But I'm not complaining, and I'll tell you why. Once upon a time, I used to be a paralegal. And one afternoon, the attorney I was doing most of my work for at the time mentioned that he had this presentation he needed me to help him finish up because he hoped to FedEx about thirty copies of it to the client the next morning. And it turned out that by "finish up" he meant "create". There were graphs and charts and indices and things kept changing and long story short, I am not even kidding you, after having come in at 9:00 that morning (as was my custom), I finally got out of there at ... 8:30 the next morning. No fooling. People were coming in and saying good morning and I couldn't even muster the energy to glare at them -- I got in a cab (they were totally paying for my cab) and went home and slept, and the time sheet reflected that I'd basically worked two days literally in a row, so I didn't burn any leave time for the fact that I wasn't actually there during business hours the second day, so all in all that was all right.
And of course there are people who, even given a good job with benefits and all that, if they found themselves not leaving work until 8:30 am, would have to be back at their desks by like 10:00, instead of by like Thursday. Remembering that 23.5-hour day makes me glad I don't have a job like that.