A real bitch of a week

I think I've had my most difficult week so far. They put me on a project at work with a deadline of April 10th. They hired a temp to help, but I realized early on that even if they hired 10 people and worked us all round the clock, it still wouldn't be done on time. What they are doing is setting up a new and complicated database and my job is to collect the client (company, contacts, addresses, phone number etc) data from the sales reps, enter it, send it back to the rep's for missing data, have them send it back, clean it up, format it, and have it all in the exacting form before it's downloaded into the new data base on April 10. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! The sales reps are sending my their business cards and I have a card scanner to enter the information. We are talking thousands of business cards here - thousands! One rep alone wanted to send me 2,000 of them, and I'm dealing with 23 sales reps. The information has to be saved in an excel spreadsheet. Well, the business card scanned can't be downloaded into excel so it has to be saved in access and then copied and pasted into excel from there. And the business card scanner doesn't do that great a job. I have to check and amend things in almost every single card. It will pick up postal codes wrong, or it won't pull in the whole company name. The temp is very nice but she doesn't know excel that well and I have to spend time showing her what to do. If I had the luxury of time, I'd be really enjoying it but as it is it's a nightmare!
I've been working 7:00 am to 4:30 pm every day - non stop. No time for lunch, no time for breaks. I'm lucky to get a chance to pee!
I need to reach the point where I can let go and just accept the fact that they are asking the impossible and it's not going to be done when they want it.
And the situation at home is also very trying. Ron is getting extremely dependant on me and I'm finding that hard to deal with. Every morning when I leave he says he doesn't want me to go to work - he's lonely and will I be home early. So then the guilt hits me.
We had a situation came up on Tuesday and I had to make an emergency call to the home care nurses we have coming in and then had to leave work to come home and deal with it. My oldest son had an appointment to take his driving test that same morning. Ron was originally going to take him but that went out the window. The nurse came and took care of the situation, but Ron was a basket case so I ended up taking our son to his test. He passed and got his license, but all the while I kept thinking of all the work I had to do. I was gone for over four hours - and still ended up working a 44 hour week.
I'm so far behind on emails. I owe all kinds of them, but I'm too tired in the evenings and too busy during the day to send any.
So - I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm sad, I'm frustrated, I'm scared, I'm feeling guilty and I want it ALL to stop.



'til later