Yep. Another work vent.

Apparently Wednesday nights are my meltdown nights. J was away on an overnight business trip last night, and fortuitously (for him), he didn’t answer his phone when I left work last night (at 9pm. Before the rest of the team did. I’m just saying).

My best friend J though? Not so lucky. Poor girl, she sat through a half hour of me crying and bitching on the phone in absolute hysterical anger. I heart her.

I have more work than I thought possible I’d be able to do. And? Needs to be done today. Because, despite the fact that the client didn’t give us any of our selections until ummmm MONDAY, we’re sticking with our arbitrary deadline of reviewing with the partner on Friday.

Like TOMORROW Friday.

Doesn’t matter that the audit committee isn’t meeting until FEBRUARY 20. It HAS to be done today.

Oh yes, and all those hours of coordination work I’ve been doing with the client – the open items lists, the prioritizing, the keeping the Director of Financial Reporting informed of where we’re at in terms of what’s been given to us? He told my manager last night that he’s not happy with the way it’s being managed. Because, you know. I didn’t put our follow-up items on it, and he expected to be kept in the loop about every little item we’ve added and taken off the list.

Because apparently my job is to do nothing but sit there and make sure I write up a comprehensive list of everything we have and have not gotten. I don’t have to, you know, DO any work.

Meh.

This job is just so fucking STUPID. Clients don’t like us. We pack all of our work into a two week period. The entirety of the financial statements – a year of fucking transactions- in two weeks. We’re dependent on GETTING information from them. If they don’t give us stuff, we need to ask for it again and again. And sit there and wait until they give it to us. And yet they have the ability to tell us “Hey, we’ve decided this year that we want to file our stuff a week earlier than we did last year. You better not get in our way.”

I haven’t liked it for a while now, but I’ve managed to be able to stay at least, well, INTERESTED.

Not any more. 

I’m burned out. I’m resentful of the time it demands. Not just my OWN time, but the time of all the other people I work with. I hate how they’ve saddled me with the responsibility of making sure that things go smoothly. And when they don’t (which they never do, right?) then of course it’s my fault.

I hate how I can’t have dinner with my husband on weeknights for a full six weeks. I hate how I need to work weekends. I hate that the partner can come in and arbitrarily ask for us to add work to our audit plan, (even though he signed off on the original MONTHS ago) because he heard from another partner that maybe the industry might be focusing on one issue. Doesn’t matter it’s not a material part of THIS particular client - you’re going to have to spend hours trying to convince the partner of this. And then, of course, Serenity, you’re expected to make sure that you document WHY it’s not applicable.

I hate it, hate it, hate it.

Worse yet, I KNOW I’m leaving when my baby comes. So I have even LESS motivation to do much of anything. And consequently, I get even MORE RESENTFUL of the hours they want me to work.

It’s so fucking STUPID.

GAH.

Now I’m all worked up again.

And I can’t even end this by saying something like “well, it’s almost Friday.” Because there ARE no Fridays during busy season. Cause I’m gonna be working all fucking weekend. Yay.

*sigh*

I need a stiff drink.

Deep breaths, deep breaths.