Sometimes I have to wonder if the people I work with are testing me. I mean, I know theyíre testing me, but I wonder if theyíre doing it consciously. Itís almost as if theyíre trying to break me, or at least see how far they can push me before I push back. When I do push back, I stop as soon as I catch myself. I know how lucky I am to have a job, even if itís one that drives me over the edge.
Itís not the quantity of work that bothers me. Iím used to having an overflow in my inbox and a multi-page to-do list. Itís actually two things, sort of related to each other. One is that I get demands from three different directions, and they all want what they want at the same time. The other is that some people know my schedule, and know when Iím happy to meet their demands on my time, and yet they habitually wait until they know (or should know) I donít have enough time to give them what they want when they want it.