#werrrrrk

Mentally ill and perpetually disgruntled former board member is on the attack again;

I have 7 more events to plan and execute, soup-to-nuts, between now and July;

I have multiple requests for information, meetings, “concerns” (of the legit or trolling sort), and shitload of unfinished business coming in EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

But what I don’t have is cancer, which Professor Inventor has, so I don’t get to stop or complain to anyone in my professional circle.

First of all, thank Bast that this is only a three-day week.

Second: UGH, it’s 2pm; can I go now?

Third: I applied for a different job here at Sister College, and even though I’m qualified and I think I’d be pretty good at it, I’m sure I won’t get it. Which is disheartening and makes me feel trapped in my current gig, which doesn’t seem like it will ever change for the better.  But at least I wrote a good cover letter and personal statement (IMO), even if I wasn’t terribly pleased with my resume. Gotta go back and work on that and apply to other things. I love SC, but I could grind out the next 10 years in this job doing more and more for much less than I’m worth.

Busted my ass pretty much all day, getting things done for the two conferences we have this month, both of which I'm attending/running.

As always, I could stay until 8 or 9 tonight and not run out of things to do.

But fuck that, I don’t make enough money, and as I keep trying to remind myself: the more I take on, the more they’ll expect, and the more they’ll put on my plate. 

So, as much as I hate to feel incompetent, I’ve got to let some things go, if only to maintain what little sanity I have left.