I came in this morning, chipper, ready to do my job for the first time in a calendar week. I was primed and ready. I have a couple of requests for adjustments on VBA macros, then I can get back to the development of the experimental site I’d been working on for the last few weeks.
But I found out upon arrival I was going to be covering ATRs today.
Our new ATR Coordinator took a vacation starting last Tuesday. I don’t resent her for that. (I have to keep telling myself this.) She had it scheduled in advance, and I just didn’t know about it. My boss spoke with her on Monday and then dropped a bomb on me. So for the last week, I’ve been doing someone else’s job.
It’s been hectic as hell. I’ve found a fair number of critical mistakes, mistakes I have to either clean up or take note of to ask her to take care of. These are beginner mistakes, I think, but the number of mistakes is concerning.
I had a conversation with my boss about how to deal with the problem. I, frankly, think it’s his issue to resolve, not mine. She doesn’t report to me. And the number of mistakes says “sloppy” to me. I want to say something like that to her right now. i want to tell her this is not acceptable.
But I can’t. She’s still new. She’s still learning. I don’t get the option.
I’m still seeing red, though.
But blessed be God forever. The ATR inbox has been sort of slow. I’ve had a couple of bigger, slower resolving issues to handle. I’ve had to visit the warehouse space we have more this week than in the previous year combined. But hey, if I just keep saying, “I love my job,” over and over, it will sink in, right?
Because I know the alternative. I know the other side of this.
So I’ll suck it up. I’ll deal with it. I won’t start shopping elsewhere for pay. I will, however, pray for strength and guidance, and to be upheld.
The upside is, my wife and kids love me, let me know they do, and make everything all right when I see them, when I can be near them again.
They are so much to me. I literally can’t imagine my life without them. And I won’t. it hurts too much when I do. Their love and warm are oxygen. I won’t even try to go without it.
Tomorrow’s a new day. And if I have to do ATRs again, I will.