A couple of months ago, my manager, Glinda, asked me to take over the job of a co-worker. He worked part-time, mostly right at the beginning of the month, when he'd spend 30-40 hours preparing reports for Toddler's monthly board meeting. The rest of his job was two-four hours doing one weekly report, and the occasional special project.
My regular duties consist of a number of things that either need to be done daily, or would be best if done daily. While I don't have so many of these that I have no time for additional duties at all, my job does not lend itself well to being postponed for a week while I focus on doing this new job every month. Someday, I hope to do his job more efficiently and easily, but for the moment, it's still quite time-consuming and tiresome.
At the beginning of May I took over part of his duties, and at the beginning of June I took over another chunk. Glinda wanted me to take over the rest this month. Her deal with me was that I wouldn't have to do anything else except for these reports. She would take all my work, and either do it herself or get someone else to do it.
This has gone over with indifferent success. First off, I'm the first-line technical resource for my department, and when something goes wrong, people come to me. I can't tell them to ask Glinda these questions, because most of the time, she doesn't know the answer, either. Loan officers foist off their difficult customers upon me, for me to explain problems to. I still get email I need to respond to. In short, I haven't been able to give my new duties more than my divided attention.
That aside ... it seems to be going all right. This is the second day I've been working on reports, and after around 14 hours of work, they're probably about 70% done. That's the good news.
The bad news is that I have so much other stuff that Glinda wants me to do right now.
She wants me to do the loan department's testing of the new build of our banking software. This is supposed to be done by tomorrow. I don't even have the information yet to finish doing the board reports.
Also, I'm supposed to be researching some thorny three-year-old accounting issues that only recently came to light, and a third party is breathing down my neck about those.
Never mind my old duties: one of the accounts that I usually keep balanced has been out of balance for over two weeks now: Glinda couldn't get it balanced one day and it's been a mess since. She gave up on it. I'm sure I can fix it.
I'm sure I can do all of this stuff. I just can't do it all at the same time. And, despite my best efforts, having these deadlines loom is stressing me out. I keep hunching up my shoulders as I peck away at the keyboard. My back is a one long series of knots. I know that none of this is that important. Life and the bank will go on if these things don't get resolved as quickly as everyone wants.
But it's still weighing on me.