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the_siobhanWork is so busy. I am one of the two people dealing with a major software upgrade and one of three people dealing with a major process change. Of the two people team, my co-worker will be on vacation the week we are scheduled for testing. Of the three people team I'm the only one who has done this process before. I still have my daily work while this is going on of course, plus some additional minor projects that I can't really punt. Out of my other co-workers, one left a couple of weeks ago and one is leaving at the end of next week so their stuff is being spread out among the rest of the team. Oh and my boss has been off work for the last six months.
To say I'm feeling a little stretched would be entirely accurate.
My mother's husband is moving into a residence the end of next week. Before that happens we have to clear out the garage and pack up as much as we can so we can move out all the furniture that isn't being used to stage the house. After he's moved we then have ten days to clear out the excess furniture, paint, and clean, so it's ready to show.
Really my sister has been doing most of the work. She's been staying at the house and doing things like taking Jim to choose the residence, doctor's appointments, trips to buy the things he needs, and of course cooking and packing for him. I've been handling the side of contacting accounts, paying bills and dealing with paperwork. (So. Much. Paperwork.) Once we start prepping the house though, it's going to need all hands on deck. Axe gets on a plane next week to go to England. My sister is leaving the day before the house hits the market. Then I'll be the one helping Jim with closing the sale, setting up his accounts, getting his taxes filed and the fifty billion other little things that are no doubt just over the horizon but that I haven't thought of yet.
Does that look like a lot? Because it sure as hell feels like a lot. I have, on more than one occasion, sat in the dark in my bedroom and whispered, "I can't do this. Holy shit, there's the wall, I've just found it, I can't do this."
And then I got up and I did it. So obviously I can, it's just... it's a lot.
To say I'm feeling a little stretched would be entirely accurate.
My mother's husband is moving into a residence the end of next week. Before that happens we have to clear out the garage and pack up as much as we can so we can move out all the furniture that isn't being used to stage the house. After he's moved we then have ten days to clear out the excess furniture, paint, and clean, so it's ready to show.
Really my sister has been doing most of the work. She's been staying at the house and doing things like taking Jim to choose the residence, doctor's appointments, trips to buy the things he needs, and of course cooking and packing for him. I've been handling the side of contacting accounts, paying bills and dealing with paperwork. (So. Much. Paperwork.) Once we start prepping the house though, it's going to need all hands on deck. Axe gets on a plane next week to go to England. My sister is leaving the day before the house hits the market. Then I'll be the one helping Jim with closing the sale, setting up his accounts, getting his taxes filed and the fifty billion other little things that are no doubt just over the horizon but that I haven't thought of yet.
Does that look like a lot? Because it sure as hell feels like a lot. I have, on more than one occasion, sat in the dark in my bedroom and whispered, "I can't do this. Holy shit, there's the wall, I've just found it, I can't do this."
And then I got up and I did it. So obviously I can, it's just... it's a lot.