A Case Of Monday Mayhem
"A Case of the Monday Mayhem"
Ah, Monday—the universally dreaded day of the week. But this Monday? This one hit different. The kind of different where you question your life choices before your morning coffee even hits. My energy? Drained. My spirit? Struggling. My Chen? On night duty. Mam Denise? Out of the office. Translation? It was just me... and the Helpdesk. Alone. Unsupervised. A battlefield of blinking lights and ringing phones.
Let me tell you—it was hell in headset form.
The day began with a chirp, then a beep, then the first ring. I gasped. “IT UNIT, good morning,”
I said with a voice that sounded far more confident than I felt. Little did I know that phrase would become my personal chant for the day, like some bizarre prayer to the digital gods of tech support. That “good morning” soon turned to “good afternoon,” and I swear I didn’t even notice the sun had moved.
One call. Two calls. Ten calls. Calls from within the hospital. Calls from outside. Calls that were a breeze (“Have you tried turning it off and on again?”) to those that required full-on message relays to my seniors—because let’s be real, I was barely surviving.
But wait, there’s more. While answering calls like a one-person call center, I was also checking and managing the website, assigning tech/network/multimedia teams to incoming requests, categorizing tickets like some overcaffeinated librarian of IT chaos. Talk about multitasking—I was a solo act in a full-blown helpdesk circus.
And by Tuesday? I was still reeling from the trauma of Monday. Every ring sent a shiver down my spine. I found myself silently praying, "Please... don’t let it be another call."
The rest of the week was quieter, but the Monday hangover lingered like a bad memory. My ears still buzzed with phantom phone rings. I kept glancing at the handset like it might attack me. Trauma. Real trauma.
By Friday, I wasn’t just tired—I was done. Mentally packing my things by 10 AM. Dreaming of pajamas and silence. When the clock hit out, I bolted. No second thoughts. Just pure, unfiltered freedom.
So if you ever wonder what happens behind the calm voice of "IT UNIT, good morning"... know this: there's caffeine, chaos, and a brave intern trying to hold it all together.
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