Monday

And now it is Monday morning, and it is cold and raining. Welcome to Monday morning. Cold and wet. 

Nyr.

I pulled everything together, I got it all done.

I question one of my colleagues who got stuff they sent to me wrong. I sent her an email asking her to clarify what she'd done. Unbeknownst to me, I was working off emails that excluded her original explanation of her work.

I cc'd in the other managers she had cc'ed in when she emailed me.

Then I found her original email at the beginning of the email chain, and I sent her a follow up email summarising what I understood she had sent to me.

Again, I cc'd in the other managers she had cc'ed in when she emailed me.

The next thing, I get a phone call from Boris giving me the impression that it was considered by those above me, I was stressing the colleague out who, apparently, is very sick.

I'd heard somewhere along the line that she has a serious medical condition, but I didn't know she was particularly sick from it at present.

She has been working all sorts of overtime, filling in for her boss who is away on holidays, so how sick is she?

I simply asked her to explain the work she had done.

"Really? What?" I said to Boris. "This is just asking her to make some stuff clear, why would this stress her out?"

"We can't be stressing her out."

"I didn't even know she was sick?"

"Please send any other emails like this to me first," said Boris.

Oh? What? "Sure," I said. Do you mean just to Cinnamon, or to everyone? I didn't ask? I let it go. 

What? Sometimes I just don't understand people's thinking? Or maybe even want to understand it. It makes feel like I just want to pack it in and do something else. You know, go do something else.

I don't know, am I over reacting? I'm not sure?

Is it just because it is Monday?

Er, Mondays.