One helluva week...

The first part of the week was okay. Busy, but okay. Work is getting piled on heavy and thick and I'm trying to get through the reading and homework for school. The first half of my thesis is due on Tuesday and I'm nowhere near ready...and so I procrastinate by updating my blog.

Monday night, George does not sleep well...it is typical for a Monday night, because my Tuesday's are long. He just likes to make mommy miserable. Tuesday night, class runs over...not by much. New module, new instructor. I like her. Get home, unwind try to find something to eat. Go to bed.

I know full well that my go-to person and right hand at work has applied for a position in a different department...and I know they are going to offer her the job. It's a waiting game to see when. On Wednesday I contact those who let me know that she will be hired and asked when they would be contacting her because I can't go full on with training and discussing the division of tasks without giving away the fact that she is leaving. They told me that HR had to approve and that she owuld let me know when. Wednesday right before leaving, I get the note that HR approves. Waiting on Thursday for the official call.

Soooooooooooo....in the meantime, we have a study closing early and nearly 20,000 pages to try to work through Data Entry and about 3200 pages as day coming into imaging. Trying desperately to keep my head above water and at the same time learn the new job I am doing. Found another study that doesn't have their system build yet and so they are having us to a pdf work around. It isn't going very well. I have so many e-mails in my inbox that I am not able to send...so I have to delete and remove attachments periodically throughout the day.

Thursday arrives. The call comes. I am notified. So, very, very excited for my coworker. She is a hard worker, bright, determined and just an all around fantastic employee. I know this is a great opportunity for her and that she will thrive. So, as we walk the minefield of her telling a couple of people who she wants to tell in person and me trying to figure out the timing and whatnot we focus on what I need to learn and be told about so that I can keep things running smoothly. The news is shared on a limited basis. Very. Toward the end of the day, another coworker comes to her and says that he received a call about a job in yet another department and that he accepted. Half of the things out of this guys mouth are of questionable veracity. She asks him if he has told me. He says no...he doesn't know enough about it yet to get me involved. She tells him that a heads up might be a nice thing because he doesn't know what I have on my plate. (He doesn't know she is leaving.) He starts talking about how it's going ot be so rough in on everyone without him. Um, not quite as difficult as he probably thinks it is!

So, Friday comes. I am prepared for him to ask to speak to me. (To be fair, she thought I already knew about his being hired because I had told her I knew about her in advance...it's just that her hiring team saw fit to consult with me prior to making the offer and his did not. Another word of note: Her's was a recent interview for a new opening. His was an interview that happened 4 months ago on a position that was frozen prior to hiring. Obviously, they opened it up again.) So, several e-mails and a I am down 50% for one division of my staff and they will be leaving within a week of one another.

Surprisingly, I do not have a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I am not highly stressed. I am more cncerned still with my new job tasks. The two who are leaving are doing tasks that had been done by me previously in one form or another. Yes, they do them better, but that is hardly the point.

So, I was at work until midnight last night trying to solve a problem with the study with the workaround. I still have a thesis to write and I am tired.

Brain tired.

A bowl of ice cream and Christmas Crunch on Face Book tired.

Going to bed before 9 on a Friday tired.