I am so tired
Apr. 22nd, 2026 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asphaltcowgrrlSpring in the desert is windy. This is not a surprise to me at all. What was a surprise, however, was that the wind activated seasonal allergies which turned into a sinus infection which seems to have turned into a chest cold and/or bronchitis. For three weeks, I've been dealing with chest congestion and a hacking cough. No other symptoms.
I have been medicating, taking hot showers, doing everything I can to get rid of whatever this is, but it seems to have settled in for a stay. Hah.
Today is payroll day and I am missing two time cards. I texted Brian an hour ago about them and still haven't heard back. So, I decided screw it, I submitted payroll anyway. The approval email just landed in my inbox and these two yahoos are about to not get paid this week. The thing that spurred this post is that I just don't care, which is very much unlike me. I care very much about my guys and want to make sure they get paid but... today I just can't. I'm tired. My chest hurts. My back and side hurt from coughing so much. My liver is probably screaming, "BITCH, I NEED A BREAK."
And I feel bad for not caring, but I've been dealing with this BS since 1997. Mind you, I wasn't doing payroll in those days, but I was collecting and sorting time cards for Bob - Pat, Jeff, and Tim's dad - so that he could do payroll. And Patrick being Patrick insisted I chase down these grown ass men because 'we can't not pay them, Amy'. Honestly, I don't know what the legalities are, but how much effort am I expected to put in when a 40-something adult male can't do the bare minimum? It's a rare week that I don't have to chase down someone so that they can get paid. It's infuriating and it's exhausting.
To add to my bitch eating crackers level of annoyance this morning, a certain someone here in the office took Friday off and once again didn't use PTO or vacation to cover it. Just slapped regular hours onto his time card like he's owed it. I give up.
I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting. It's possible, I do that a lot. But I'm emotional. Thank god there are donuts this morning.
Anyway, I'm sorry. For all of this, for dragging you into my drama, for making you read my ranting.
Enjoy your day. I'll just be over here trying not to beat my co-workers. 😂
I have been medicating, taking hot showers, doing everything I can to get rid of whatever this is, but it seems to have settled in for a stay. Hah.
Today is payroll day and I am missing two time cards. I texted Brian an hour ago about them and still haven't heard back. So, I decided screw it, I submitted payroll anyway. The approval email just landed in my inbox and these two yahoos are about to not get paid this week. The thing that spurred this post is that I just don't care, which is very much unlike me. I care very much about my guys and want to make sure they get paid but... today I just can't. I'm tired. My chest hurts. My back and side hurt from coughing so much. My liver is probably screaming, "BITCH, I NEED A BREAK."
And I feel bad for not caring, but I've been dealing with this BS since 1997. Mind you, I wasn't doing payroll in those days, but I was collecting and sorting time cards for Bob - Pat, Jeff, and Tim's dad - so that he could do payroll. And Patrick being Patrick insisted I chase down these grown ass men because 'we can't not pay them, Amy'. Honestly, I don't know what the legalities are, but how much effort am I expected to put in when a 40-something adult male can't do the bare minimum? It's a rare week that I don't have to chase down someone so that they can get paid. It's infuriating and it's exhausting.
To add to my bitch eating crackers level of annoyance this morning, a certain someone here in the office took Friday off and once again didn't use PTO or vacation to cover it. Just slapped regular hours onto his time card like he's owed it. I give up.
I don't know, maybe I'm overreacting. It's possible, I do that a lot. But I'm emotional. Thank god there are donuts this morning.
Anyway, I'm sorry. For all of this, for dragging you into my drama, for making you read my ranting.
Enjoy your day. I'll just be over here trying not to beat my co-workers. 😂
