Job Stress, or why being a grown up sucks

Sometimes I well and truly miss the days of high school and college when the biggest thing I had to worry about was getting a 5 or 10 page paper on hamlet done. I miss the simplicity of waking up, going to school for the day, rehearsals in the evening, hanging out with friends till late and then bed... Being a grown up just plain sucks on some levels.

I've just finished some of my most stressful weeks in my time in banking. The other Admin Asst. quit a few weeks back (not that I mind... She was the bane of my existence and a huge pain in my ass)... But I am now doing the work of 2 people and if you count all the damn phone calls I answer in a day... 3 people. I'm having a hard time getting regular work done for all the other work suddenly appearing. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job. I'm damn good at my job... But as I sit here on a Sunday morning, I am seriously thinking about getting dressed and going to work for a few hours in the peace and quiet just to get some real work done...

This is why I hate being a grown up... 10 years ago, unless it was theatre related, you could have no more made me work on a Sunday than sell my soul. I never did home work on Sunday, never studied. Not because I pay that kind of attention to the bible... But because I'm naturally a lazy soul and Sundays are lazy days... Laying the sun reading a trash novel or taking a 3 hour nap just because days... Not getting out of your PJ's till 3 in the afternoon days. But now, I'm at the computer contemplating work... And not even yard or house work... work work, because it needs to get done and I feel a small amount of responsibility to my boss to make our department run well.

GAH, this is one of the draw backs of actually liking one's boss... My old boss was a really good guy and an amazing mentor for me... But I never did, nor ever would have done a damn bit of work unless it was 8-4:45 M-F... He never had my cell phone number or was told to call me if he had any questions about something going on at work. Why... Because I didn't give a shit... Unless the building was burning and my work collection of CDs were going up, I didn't care about work when I wasn't there. I guess really good bosses are so freaking rare that now having one is really throwing me for a loop.

This stress, this feeling of overwhelming desire to both smoke a pack of smokes and scream is not that new... It was always like this the last two weeks before a show would go up... But in those times there was an end in sight... kinda like child birth, a whole lotta pain but in the end you have this really amazing creation. but now what do I get... a whole new pile of work to do and three lenders who all think they are the most important beings in the universe. Who in turn think I should do everything from make them coffee to fix their desks, think that because they are male and older that they are smarter than me (hahahahaha), and one who knows at anytime he could pull the trump card of being our boss and put himself first and never does... Like I said before, I hate being a grown up...

Part of me wants to say screw it and just go see Superman again, but truth be told I'll most likely go to work like the sucker I am.