*A Scream Of Frustration*

I really have no idea why I'm choosing to write now, because it's been so batshit crazy at work that getting started on an entry is only going to lead to more frustration since I won't be able to get through this quickly at all without being interrupted... phone call... and I don't know if not being able to focus on one thing is going to help me feel any better. It's becoming more and more obvious that the tempo at this job has changed since I was hired in the middle of the summer... phone call... and another phone call... and we are in desperate need of more help. Three people are covering the tasks one person had, and it's forcing everyone to change what they have to do during the day. There are times I can't even ask a question because everyone is so swamped... phone call... plus a few more for 20 minutes... and another... and another three... see? This is what it's been like for too long, and while I'm used to writing an entry over the course of a couple hours (I read and reread and read it some more before I save), this is nutsy. Anyway, finishing my thought... phone call FUCK!!!!... I can't ask questions sometimes because no one is able to answer me, making it harder for me to finish things with customers when they're on the phone and pressed for time too. And then I get even more frustrated, and that's not good for anybody.

That one paragraph took me over an hour to write. That's how crazy things are here. And they don't need to be. We need at least one more person, either to answer phones with me, or to take over the accounting department so three other people are freed up a little more. I don't know why it's taking so long to get someone hired, and I'm sure there are a multitude of reasons, but we're all losing it, and the faster we can get someone, the better.

I started writing because I was feeling a panic attack on a very low simmer for a while... phone call... (mercifully, a short one that goes to someone else)... and did not want to keep it fueled. Even with all the interruptions, this did help, because at the very least, it's nice to see a record of the chaos at work that's causing my anxiety. I'm not feeling blech without cause, and that's good to know, especially since I'm prone to feeling blech for no fucking reason at all.

It's just about lunch time and I need food like a son-of-a-bitch, so done here and off to eat.

Wait... one more thing... today's music in the office is Muzak versions of crap, so right now, I'm listening to an even worse version of a song by Chicago. I think I'll pass on lunch and just eat my own ears instead.