It's not just for Ghostbusters anymore. Greetings, O readers, from a decidedly exhausted author. Several coworkers so far today have greeted me with such charming statements as "You look awful" and "Should I call somebody?" But unlike the singer of the iconic movie theme song, I don't have anybody I can call for this.
You see, as I have mentioned on previous Why Do I Work Here Wednesdays, I have no backup. No one is available to take over my work if I'm not here. So technically, I could ask my boss's permission to leave early, and go out to the cab stand around the corner, and get driven home where I could rest and possibly get rid of this headache. But that wouldn't really fix anything. It might even make things worse, because I would be so worried about the work that was piling up for me to do when I get back that the headache would only get worse.
I've thought of bringing this up to my boss, but he's in the middle of three weeks of meetings with the federal government and the last thing he needs is my petty little problems. My boss's boss pulled me aside to talk about it yesterday, but his solution was... impractical, to say the least. He seems to think he's going to get a colleague of mine, who's notorious for doing only and precisely what's required, and who isn't even part of our department anymore, to take over some of my work. Yeah, not so much.
So there really isn't a solution. I'm going to stay here at my desk, and do what I can, until I can't. What I'm going to do then, I don't know. But given how I'm feeling today, I might be finding out a lot sooner than I like.
Thanks for reading today's rather whiny blog post, O readers. Your support is probably the only thing that's kept me going this long.