Hell Week

I went into work today expecting the next five days to be the embodiment of torture. We’re moving offices at the moment, so everything needs to be packed up; this would be enough of a headache normally, but I found out in addition to my work space I’m also responsible for packing up the stationery cupboard and the mail room.

*shudder*

By my reckoning, it was also the time of the month for the new title briefs to be sent out to all the sales reps; this is a huge job, as the package is hundreds of pages thick and is sent to nearly a hundred people. It’s my responsibility to print, compile, pack and send it all out.

I decided to hit the ground running. Given that we’d be needing all the mail stuff up until the last minute, I figured I’d focus on the title briefs. I started printing them off first thing in the morning.

In the afternoon, we were all gathered for a special meeting. It turns out the new building’s still not ready, so the move has been deferred a week. This was obviously good news for me, even though it meant that the day off we’re getting for it moved from being this coming Monday to Friday week. Oh, well. A day off is a day off, whenever it comes.

So I went back to my station to continue on the title briefs (amongst all my other duties). By about ten to five I’d gotten to the halfway mark I’d been aiming for, and started taking the print-outs to the sorting area …

… where I was told by the media officer they weren’t ready yet, and that it wouldn’t be until next week that I should be printing them off.

[expletive deleted!]

I wasted an entire day printing this crap off on the supposition that I was being proactive and on-top-of-things. Now it all has to be chucked in the recycling bin and my nightmare week gets shifted to next week.

Razzum frazzum crap!