Work has been so hard this week that I've cried.
Last time I had a good cry, it was with my head in the freezer, because it reminded me of being in a walk-in. ANYWAY.
Sales sold, marketing knew, and they released the fucking kraken on the completely unaware support side -- oh, wait. The director knew. But because they're the hands-off and not the old director who everyone thought was 🤬 for micro-managing. At the same time, they are reorganizing the processes for the team so that there can be MORE CALLS and this means all of their busy work slides down the slope. OH JOY. Yes, give me your tedium and you're going to be SO SURPRISED when my productivity plummets. Then, asking for help is as good as talking to a brick wall -- because that wall is just as pitted with impact scars, cracked, and overwhelmed as you are. There's a middle ground there, folks, and that's what I need. It's felt like drowning, and because all of these services are tied into social media -- the idea of mucking around in ANY OF IT outside of work has started to make me feel ill and uneasy. (As a side effect, the got more quiet and would prefer to be withdrawn and in power-saving mode.)
At this point I've applied to more restaurants than I ever did when I was in culinary school -- in an effort to just be back in an industry where clear and concise communication is necessity.