The Harder Days of Work

Work is getting to the breaking point right now. I worked 92.5 hours last week as of Sunday night. Because we needed it, my coworker and I took the day off yesterday and got some solid R and R. Before that, the other guys here at the local office were grateful that we have been here helping them. Today, however, they could do nothing but harass us about the time off. They haven't had time off in a while, but that is no one's fault but their own. This job is so incredibly screwed up, and all they can seemingly do is try to place blame on anyone but themselves. They're even trying to place blame on us, the one's who volunteered to help them. I regret having volunteered. I will never work to help them again. Any service of mine given to them will only be out of following a direct order from the company. They have no appreciation or respect for those of us who have left our homes to come and pick up their broken pieces.

They have begun to set us up for failure. They look for ways to snare us, so we have to be on our toes. I am liable to break and bite someone's head off. They tend to aim at me because I'm smaller than my coworker, but what they don't realize is that I've been victimized as a small person my entire life and that my temper and sense of vengeance is a great deal more terrible than that of my coworker. I am small, but I will lay into them if they press me too hard. I already let my supervisor at the Nashville office know. He understands and is looking in to the matter. Evidently there haven't been too many wholesome encounters between Memphis and Nashville branches. But it feels good to have bigger and more powerful people in the company standing in my corner.

In fact, today I received an e-mail from the CEO of the company giving me an accolade for a job I did with Ron at Tennessee Tech. The CEO of the company thinks I overachieve the standard and set and example to the rest of the company. That makes me feel pretty good. I think I can use that to endure the rest of the week with diplomacy instead of war. It's really difficult though. I have a hard time refraining, and it burns me that they underestimate me so much. I must be patient though and think of other things. I've been singing when no one is around just to calm my soul. I pray a lot too. I just need the Lord to deliver me from my sense of pride and give me a heart of peace.

I pray for that church too. I feel an unnatural sense of evil when I am there. The spirit of self-indulgence has a foothold under that roof, and I sense the Lord in opposition to the projects completion. He has been merciful to my coworker and I, but the rest of the team is under threat of losing their jobs. The gear is also not coming together as planned. There are freaky things happening that really make you think. For instance, we were installing two $65,000 projectors and they were sitting on their box on the floor. This is a new building mind you. We then moved the projectors into their positions and a few minutes later it began to pour rain. Turns out there was a leak in the new ceiling... just above where the projectors were sitting before we moved them.

I don't know. I feel like I'm in the middle of something that I would rather not be a part of, but I am all the same. I'm tired more than anything, but I only have two more days left to deal with them and this place. Then I am going back to Nashville. I miss Lindsay!