This past weekend, we had 4.5 days off. I worked most of it, trying to make a dent in the huge pile of extra projects I had that weren't even included in the usual stack of ticket/job requests that inundate us daily. I had 3 monster presentations to spiff up and 1 to create for a training I held this morning. I had a 12-page brochure to completely redesign after the agency deliverable came in looking terrible. I had a 32-page magazine to layout. And I had a stack of email blasts to build in 17 languages in both HTML and plain text. And that wasn't even including the pile for layout of 16 case studies, 4 brochures and countless web banners and image resize requests.
Every day there are between 25-50 job requests waiting for us. Of those, approximately a third are for the video team so my team doesn't have to worry about them. A few will be for the illustrators so we don't usually have to worry about those either. There are 4 of us working in the graphic design team, one of whom is earmarked for N. America, though we help her as much as we possibly can because there is no way that one poor person can handle all the requests from the entire US, Canada and Mexico, from 8 offices and multiple dozens of regional salespeople.
We have 40 offices, or thereabouts...I've lost track, all of whom need materials and images and stuff daily, plus we handle requests and questions from all of the corporate departments as well. And the job request tickets that come in can be super simple: send me a logo, to super-complicated: we have an event and we need a theme created and then 40-gazillion deliverables designed around it. All by the end of the week, please! HAHAHAHAHAsob
And I KNOW that no matter how much I work it doesn't mean I will be DONE. The work doesn't end. I don't know why my work ethic is so strong and so forceful that I find it difficult to just say NO. I was pretty good at it before, but it feels like the amount of work has increased so much that we're no longer waving; we're drowning. And yes, my boss is aware of the problem. On the plus side, my pinched nerve hasn't been bothering me for over a week. (knocks on wood)
ANYWAY. It wasn't all work this past weekend and week. Anders had a birthday. Karin went with the entire senior student population of Lund to Prague. The weather was absolutely gorgeous. We, by which I mean Anders, ripped out a garden bed and planted vegetables (which I bought): 1 tomato, 2 cherry tomatoes, 1 red pepper, 1 chili pepper, 1 scallion, and 1 potato. We want to plant some more potatoes but we have come up empty trying to find seed potatoes at the nurseries. Flyinge Plantshop has been out of them for over a month.
I read several books. I cleaned the laundry room, the big bathroom and the porch top to bottom. I went to the AWC Mother's Day brunch. We had fika with Anders' mom one afternoon and grilled a scrumptious birthday dinner one night with his family. I made to-do lists for Karin's graduation party that are longer than I am comfortable with, considering there is only a month left. We watched Eurovision (including both semi-finals because we are hip like that). We bought a new sun parasol for the deck that is HUGE and net to put on the cherry tree as soon as Martin gets home because it takes all 4 of us.
And I made Martin's bed and moved the treadmill out of his room because he comes home TOMORROW! Yay! I'm picking him up just before lunchtime (barring any unforeseen delays), bringing him home, running to Löberöd for a doctor's appointment and then returning home...to work. Heh.
Edited to add: Karin called from Munich, flight delayed. Martin messaged from the car on the way to the airport; first flight delayed an hour meaning he will probably miss his connecting flight. AAARGH.