I'm always swamped at work - covered up with paper, phone calls, orders, invoices, elevation drawings...and the occasional misplaced paint brush, box cutter or latex glove.
I didn't set out to be a designer or a manager of people who gild frames or a person who "does the financials". But that's what I do. I wear a lot of hats and juggle lots of projects, people, deadlines and personalities.
Lately I've been pondering my work styles and methods - mostly wondering how I can be more efficient and not end up so frazzled at the end of the day. You know it's bad when you have to use a one hour commute in heavy traffic to pull yourself together before you pick up a toddler.
One of the things that was indispensable to me back in my corporate days working as an HR Director was my "notebook". It was neatly filled with notes (evenly spaced with date and time) on every phone call I made/received and every conversation I had relating to work. Thus, when a disgruntled employee accused me of something, I could say, "But on April 29 at 1:36pm I told you XYZ and you said ABC."
But there's something about a little age and a few children that can wrangle the brain a bit sometimes.
For example, today as I was riffling through papers I looked at notes I'd take at a meeting and they looked like this:
112,000 / Framing
#510 – 36 x 31/ ask Mary? (fax D)
456-02 Isle Blue
And it's not even secret code. I'm still trying to decipher most of it.
I've got to go sit in rush hour traffic now so I can unwind.