The last two days at work have been especially brutal for me. I was hired as a Project Manager but have been pulled into the Support department to “help out” after rolling out a new version of our product last week. Support email volumes have gone through the roof so I’ve been here, diligently tending to the customer’s problems. When I began yesterday, the number of messages in our Support mailbox was 456. When I logged off today, we were at 212. {deep breath and satisfied look on my face}

Good thing I had a stockpile of blog posts…was able to just login and post a couple of them. The Lost recap…I did that one before I “went to work” this morning. Hey, I’ve got my priorities in order.

I’m not a Support person…I’m not of the ideal Support personality type, although the production feel of what I’ve been tasked with is refreshing. Generally, I help out from the goodness of my heart and because I hate hearing the other Support folks complain about how much work they have, yet I accomplish three times as much as all of them combined in half the time. Seriously. I kept track of my stats yesterday.

It’s amazing how hypnotic methodically answering emails can get. Yesterday, I went four hours without getting up from my desk at all and I forgot to eat my lunch. Today, same deal. I did eat breakfast before getting started, though. And to think, I was going to get the laundry done! Good thing I got up, showered, dressed and cleaned up with the UberHusband this morning or I’d probably still be sitting here in my fleece PJs.

Anyhoo…I finally stopped the madness a couple of minutes ago, took a whiff of the Pumpkin Pie Yankee Candle burning on my desk and glanced over at my Countdown Clock, which is next to the candle and in front of a picture of me and the UberHusband on our wedding day.

88 days. 88 days until we get out of Dodge for nine days in Hawaii.

Ahhhhhhhhh.