Monday Blues

I didn't work a whole lot as planned last week due to feeling under the weather and then I called in sick for Friday. I hoped to kick my cold in the butt and be at my desk on Saturday with peace and quiet around me so I could get everything done.


Unfortunately my cold had other plans for me and I laid at home all day Saturday and Sunday. Last night I had a rough time falling asleep and it happened sometime before 2 am even though I went to bed at 10.

I woke up at 7 and managed to get showered and dressed for work and arrived a little late but felt worn out from getting ready and driving to work.

My 10 am meeting was a no show as usual but it really got to me. Why? Well I have a lot of action items that deal with this individual and aside from saying a very unfriendly hello this individual is just sending me e-mails asking for information which angered me more. Yes angered. So as I sat and wrote down an e-mail asking for a status update on our open items I felt my eyes tearing up. I know, no crybabies allowed and it is a lame reaction but cut me some slack I am sick and I am tired and I have my French executives coming tomorrow and an audit to end the week.

I didn't want to sound mean or aggressive in the e-mail and a couple of people reviewed it and said I was too nice and it sounded as though the other person was not doing their job. My boss caught me in the hallway and asked me if I was ok and what did I need from him today to help me today. I just looked at him and it must have been with discouragement and he asked me if I was ok. I told him I was and that what I really needed was for this other individual to honor his meetings and deadlines and for him to support me after I sent his other direct report an e-mail.

My boss asked me to not send the e-mail and that we could all meet to talk about what we needed to get done. I looked at him and said ok I wont send the e-mail but seriously you don't have time to sit with us to see what we need to get done.

So the e-mail was not sent and the person just agreed to meet with me at 3 or 3:30 today - wish me luck. I keep saying to myself Don't cry shopgirl, except I say HR girl.