I've just had a crappy day.
In the past week, I've had a suicide attempt, Mr. R being sick, Tiger being sick, and I was sick. As one can imagine, I have not been on my game at work. This is why I have PDO...time to take off when crap hits the fan. Trust me, my fan keeps spinning, I keep slinging it away. I am EXHAUSTED.
So imagine why I burst into tears when I got an e-mail from my main supervisor telling me that even though they know I've had "circumstances" in the past week, it still didn't excuse me from not doing my work. And that I needed to "work smarter" and "ask for help" when I was having a personal crisis. I work my butt off for this place. I work before I clock in, I work after I clock out, I work through my lunch breaks. All to keep my accounts five days out, which is a new thing that is required. Because without working off the clock, I can't do what they ask. I can't keep up. The workload is huge and I'm only one person. So I'm not surprised that by missing a total of six hours due to the craziness in my life, I fell very far behind and needed help. And when I asked for help, that's what I got. An email reprimanding me for not keeping up to standards.
Oh, if only I didn't carry the health insurance for our family...