In the middle of November, the CEO called all of the people on our particular team (about 20 of us) “We’ve got a crisis with a due date. We need everybody to throw their backs into this particular project and we’re going to be handing it in at close of business on January 31st. If you want overtime, you’ve now officially been authorized to take it.” We looked in shock at our supervisors (because we’re *NEVER* authorized for overtime) and we got told, once again, how important (and impossible) the project was but they knew we could do it, etc.
And, since then, I’ve been working about 10 extra hours a week. Sometimes more. I worked Christmas (observed), I flew out to Doha on New Year’s Day (observed), and spend all day on a plane on the day I flew back on Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I was allowed to “bank” these holidays and take them all off in a row on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday next week, and my boss told me “hey, take off a couple more. On me. You won’t have to use vacation time. Thanks. It’s appreciated.”
Well, he didn’t say those last two things. He’s kind of taciturn.
Anyway, on Tuesday night, we finished our Sisyphean task as much as any impossible task can be completed and now I am fixin’ to take a week off. I’d feel awesome about not using vacation time but… well, most of those were days I’d have been taking off anyway. I just shuffled them down the road a ways. The other two are nice, though.
It’s hard to get back into normalcy, though. Yesterday, I worked 10 hours because I forgot how to work 8. Today… I worked 8. Tomorrow, I have been told that I need to go home after working 6. Overtime is not authorized, you see.
As such, this weekend will be spent running errands, catching up on chores, hitting the various shoppes like Costco, PetsMart, Whole Foods, King Soopers, and doing laundry… sweet, sweet laundry. Saturday night will be spent with the gaming group doing gaming things.
And, Sunday night… well, for me, that’ll be Christmas Eve.
And next week I can begin to start to make up to Maribou for all of the crap associated with working overtime for two and a half months for a big project.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)