Welcome to corporate america.

People are probably worried about me. I'm not dead. I just have a job that's worse than being a graduate student (At least it pays better).

I am now the manager of an office comprising of myself, a kindly old lady who works the front desk, and a first year employee who occasionally disappears for hours to the nearest casino and well... I'm honestly worried about getting sued over some of the mistakes she's made. (if anyone is reading this, and she made a mistake on your file, please don't sue. Come to me and I can fix it, O.K? We don't actually need to get legal involved here. There is a system in place for handling employees making mistakes.)

I am required, by corporate policy, to have the office open for 12 hours a day. I have a staff of three, if you include myself. I have been told not to schedule overtime if I can avoid it. I have learned that I cannot trust my one other employee to not walk away WITH CLIENTS SCHEDULED, if I am not in the office. Nor can I trust them to run advertisements to nearby small towns without visiting the casino. Nor can I trust them to actually work with clients. I'm also having a hard time convincing my new doctor to prescribe me my psychological meds because I have gotten too good at passing for normal.

Long story short, I'm working 80 hour weeks. With a client an hour. And I'm still behind the client numbers of the inhumane robot who ran the office all by himself last year, even if I'm 2% ahead of him on profit despite headquarters expecting our office to be 4% down this year. Also he had a 3% higher client satisfaction rating than I do. At least the money is great. Everything is Hiatus. I'll write some more once they give me more employees. Or fire me. Whichever comes first.

Said inhumane robot, by the way, is ex-military, which might explain how he pulled it off.