Complaining

It has been a relatively eventful week at work. The number 2 employee (whose attendance and timeliness is lackluster to begin with) is off for the next 4 weeks. The supervisor has been out yesterday and today, and will be gone Thursday and Friday next week as well. Normally, having 2 people out shouldn't be a big deal, especially for me, the one with the least seniority and the least amount of responsibility. Of course, all of that is just speculation.

Yesterday, which marked a week of no air-conditioning in the office, the computer that houses the accounting software crashed, and it was up to me, the part-time student worker, to solve the problem because I'm the only person literate enough to use the computer. Still, no problem. I'm an industrious woman, I rose to the challenge, made some great decisions and multi-tasked us back to productivity. Today is a different story. The computer is back up and running, thankfully, as we have had 4 times the usually amount of mail needing postage today. Despite this, I spent my first hour at work (after everyone else had been here for 2) getting things organized and proving to the senior employee that the software was, in fact, functioning properly. I'm finished with rising to the occasion.

It's ridiculously hot in here; Huntington is a sauna and living here without air-conditioning is enough to make someone sick, which I've been for three days. Why should it be my responsibility to manage these things? Why am I the only one here thinking clearly and willing to work? This mail room was totally my haven, and the people here used to be nice and conscientious. That doesn't happen anymore. I'm counting down, 3 weeks and I'm finished.