well, i survived my trying week+ at work

it was close at times. there were moments when i thought either i might die, or someone else would as i bit her head off. there were moments when i felt like sitting down and crying. there were moments when i just started laughing because i didn't know what else to do. there were times when i felt like just stopping, just being done. but i made it.

thankfully i convinced the cook to find a babysitter for that one friday and come in to help me. my boss also did all she could to rearrange her meetings to be there for almost all of it. and then one of the nurses helped us serve breakfast. so we managed.

saturday actually ended up being the hardest. we were still short-staffed, we were all tired, and we all knew we had one more day to go. also complicating matters was the return of the r.o.u.s., though this time he decided to be not in the ceiling, but on the floor, coming out every so often to scare the crap out of us.

but we managed, and we managed the days after that (cuz while we were full-staffed monday, we were short again later in the week). my boss even sent me a note of appreciation for all that i had done.

what meant even more, though, was when the cook acknowledged that it had all fallen on me. my boss knew i had done a lot, but she doesn't actually work in the kitchen, so she doesn't know what needs to be done. the cook on the other hand, sees what goes on every day, and saw that as everyone i worked short with was new, i was the one who had to make sure everything got done. the brain energy involved tired me out about as much as the actual work. it meant a lot to me that he noticed and commended me for it.

and now, thankfully, it's all over. Hallelujah.