First off, Note to Kristy: I’m not sure if it’s my turn or not! But I’ll post tonight!
Now, for the rest of you, gentle readers, I’m all kinds of screwed up on my days. I made the dubious choice to work through the night the other day. My first all-nighter since, I think since law school, but I’m not sure that’s completely accurate. It was definitely my first time ever to pull an all nighter for job related reasons.
The good news is, I got done what needed doing and aside from some meetings next week that involve travel (crap), my workload will drop off dramatically from here until the turn of the year.
The bad news is, well, you remember when I proclaimed I am way too old for this shit? Yeah, I’m way to old to recover adequately from a literal all-nighter. I’m still not sure of what day it is, and that’s not an exaggeration. I’ve checked my phone for the day no less than three times today. Sad.
The experience has been surreal. For one thing, do you know how shocked the baby-boomer set is when they find out you were at work the entire night? Yeah. As my buddy Stephen said, “You ARE the water cooler.” And I was. I didn’t go out and proclaim my dedication to work, but when the early- arriving employees noted the frost on my little car out in the parking lot, I couldn’t hide it. In fact, I got more than one call at my desk to check on me. I think the initial fear was that my car was there because something had happened to me. I don’t think it reassured them much to think I spent the night typing in my cubicle like a fiend. I suppose I should be touched that they care, but mostly, I was mortified that I wasn’t going to be able to hide it by not talking about it.
Is it just because for my older colleagues, the last time they pulled an all-nighter is separated by more years than my last attempt? Or is it so strange to think I would be that intent on finishing a task for a job that’s rather thankless? Either way, I didn’t expect news to be that big. I ran home around 7:30 for a shower and breakfast and I was back in around 8….and apparently, this news traveled with as much fire as the initial over-night event. But I couldn’t help it. There was shit I had to do, and the drop-dead date was that day at 5pm. I couldn’t afford to go sleep off my night’s work just yet. What was I supposed to do?
I am tempted to defend myself on this whole thing by saying that the situation that necessitated my not going home wasn’t my doing. For once, I wasn’t pulling this shit through any fault of my own procrastination. It was 100% because people did not listen when I told them the time I would need to finish something and kept re-assigning my time, without extending this particular due date. I was caught in a mess not of my own creation. And I’m not sure if this fact made everyone more or less inclined to question why I put myself through the wringer to get it done. By all rights, I could have (finally) put my foot down, not turned it in complete and refused to take blame for the situation I was put in.
Instead, I did the work, inverted my day and have remained in a state of foggy semi-confusion since. Honestly, I’m not sure there’s much that could compel me to do this again. I think my 24+ hour marathon effort days are done. I can’t say that it’s beauty rest I’m in need of, it’s more like “ZOMG-at-least-try-to-avoid-getting-any-uglier-and-also-to-not-die” rest.
I don’t think I’ll live this down at work. I had senior level people looking at me in a state of wonder, “You didn’t go home last night, did you?” “No.” “What are you running on?!?!?”
I was honest in my response, “Caffeine and the fear of missing a deadline.”
So my apologies to all of you expecting something from Kristy, if this is her day. I knew not what I did.