Running but going nowhere

Today I feel anxious and unsettled. I feel like I'm running on a long treadmill trying to move forward but the treadmill just keeps going faster and faster and I'm falling more and more behind.

To give you a little background if you don't know, I just planned, coordinated and executed a 800 person pig roast on Saturday. It was not as stressful as last year...until it ended. We ran out of food about an hour and a half before the 5-hour event was over and I felt really bad (perhaps I take these things too personally). I had to refund a couple people's money and a few people had the nerve to get in my face, but they were sadly barking up the wrong tree. I was as nice as I could be though. Anyway, I spent Friday and Monday on site receiving rentals and signing off on pick ups, so I was only on Blackberry and fell quite behind in responding to emails.

So Tuesday I get to the office all prepared to send out ads that were late because I didn't send them before Pigfest and hunker down and review my budget and ticket sales from Pigfest. Lo and behold people start asking me for this and that and the other thing, so I'm trying to get it all done. Oh, and there's a steady flow of emails requesting donations or following up for donations, voicemail, and new phone calls. It's all a bit overwhelming, but I made it through. But today it feels worse. There is no more work than yesterday, but it feels more hectic. I feel like I can't get enough done, and when I finish one thing something else comes. I guess that's work, but it never stops!! It's more the people who don't do what I ask them or don't listen to instructions that get on my last gosh darn nerves! If I say don't leave a voicemail, why must they leave a voicemail that says "I know you said don't leave a voicemail but..." but nothing! If you know what I said please listen to it!

Blech! Sometimes I wonder about people. I love people, I would definitely classify myself as a people person, but sometimes, I swear, people could drive me off a cliff.