It's a good thing...

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It's a good thing I had a refreshing weekend. 'Cause it was sandwiched between two difficult weeks.

Recap of last week:

• Monday-an elder at church lied to me, I found him out in the lie, stewed over it all day, called him, made him admit he'd misled me and apologize for it.
• Tuesday-confrontation at work with one of the lab supervisors; more fallout from the elder/church situation; worked a 12 hour day, with no lunch or breaks.
• Wednesday-Decide getting a car is not the route to take to address my financial crisis. Find out enough people were upset over the church situation that they made some noise and "things" will be okay. Worked an 11 hour day.
• Thursday-Decide I need to refinance my house to address my financial situation
• Friday-Worked a 12 hour day.

This week's recap:

• Monday-Not so bad, fairly decent
• Tuesday-Another run in with the same lab supervisor; had to ask two lab techs (who work for the aforementioned supervisor) to leave a meeting because they were angry, frustrated, antagonistic, defensive, aggressive and uncooperative. After about an hour of trying to help them understand the purpose of the meeting I had enough. I looked at them and said, "Okay, well, I'm going to ask y'all to do me a favor and step out." They left and things went forward from there. And top that off with not feeling well physically--pain and impatience!
• Wednesday-worked a 10 hour day, came home and worked three more hours online; felt like my supervisor was losing patience with my frustration over the lack of help from the IT staff. Still not feeling well physically--in pain and no patience.
• Thursday-Did a demo for the lab folks which went well. Experienced frustration because the same supervisor described extremely poor lab technique and didn't see the need to modify her workflow. She called later on to say that she had changed her mind, but I found out that was because her supervisor made her. Worked an 11 hour day.

So, I've got one day left to this week and I'm bushed! I want to be productive tomorrow but I already know that I'm going to be pulled in a hundred different directions.

And since I got absolutely nothing out of church on Sunday, I am feeling dry and hard. It amazes me how little I have left when so much of my resources are being used up and nothing is being put back in. I am more aware of this the older I get. I end up thinking, thank goodness I don't have a family I have to give to, as well.

I haven't whistled or hummed at work in a very long time. That means I'm not at peace, I think---course it could mean that I'm in cubical land and it's just not kosher to bust out whistling when everyone can hear it.