I'm sick or going above and beyond to make others happy while making myself miserable. I cried at my desk from stress the other week. I haven't picked up my phone in a week because I can't bear to deal with anyone.

1) Woman tells me to get her photos for her property from a virtual tour she has online. Ummm, virtual tours are done in flash, meaning the only way for me to get these pics is to take a screencap, paste it into a Photoshop file, crop, digitally remove the big logo from the virtual tour company.

2) Man calls and leaves a message for me to make copies of his brochure (note, he never just wants copies, when doing the feature sheets I always have to fish for the information in the listing sheet to put on there, then get yelled at for choosing the wrong information that isn't important enough, then am expected to call his office to have them fax over the disclosures, then have to scan it into my computer to remove the stupid fax marks at the top, then I have to take everything sort it and staple it.). Anyways, I make the copies and, since it is nearing the end of the day, I put it in the courier pouch that is shortly leaving for the guy's office. The next day, over 24 hours after receiving the order, he leaves another message telling me to cancel that order since the property sold. At this point, the copies are already at his office. He then calls the next day, not only yelling at me for making the copies (and refusing to pay for them) but also yelling at me for sending them to his office and not leaving them here for him to pick up.

It's just that no one seems to understand that sometimes I need to do what is best for me. That particular day I sent the guys brochures over, I had 50 projects on my list of things to do. I was so stressed and so busy that I was just on autopilot sending stuff out, not calling people, just getting things done and out of my hands. On a normal day I can usually polish off about 5 projects. On a good day, up to ten. That day I did over 15.

In better news I got an A- on the editing test I thought I bombed. The way I figured grading would be done, I thought I'd gotten two to three times more wrong than what I actually got. For instance, if a name had to be underlined and I put it in quotes, I thought that would be three wrong: 2 for each quote mark and 1 for not underlining (which actually means italics, go figure). Instead he just gave 1 wrong for doing the wrong thing. I also got an extra credit point for knowing to uncapitalize the word laureate in Nobel Laureate. Go me! I am sure I fascinated all of you.