Fucking work.
There are four people on my team who have the ability to write entries to clear shit through customs. Two of them are scheduled off tomorrow. The other called off sick today, and I'm guessing probably will again tomorrow. That will leave me as the only one. In addition to my primary responsibilities, which do not include writing entries. Almost nothing got cleared today, due to various issues. So I took a whole bunch of work home, knowing that if I didn't get at least some of it done that tomorrow will probably end up an unmanageable nightmare.
So around 11 pm, after taking care of my family and allowing a couple hours for myself afterwards, I finally convince myself to get to it (I normally don't go to sleep until 1-2 am anyway). I open up my e-mail, and the first thing I see is notification of a motherfucking hand carry, which the customer didn't bother to send us an e-mail about until after office hours and or call anyone. These are super urgent things that require a lot of special attention. Basically, instead of normal freight that gets handled by truckers and gets cleared electronically and such, a hand carry is where the importer hires a courier to fly an item into the country like it's his own baggage. It's a super ultra expedited delivery service. And it requires a super special customs clearance process, which cannot be done electronically. We have to hire a courier to submit the entry to customs by hand for us. And it's fucking 11 pm. The courier is landing in Chicago at 5 am. If this doesn't clear by the time he lands, then the courier gets stranded at the airport and the situation turns into a massive shitstorm.
So I call my supervisors to raise the alarms. And set about writing the entry for this thing, instead of all the other work I was planning on doing. We exhaust every option, but it's impossible to get hold of a courier service this late at night, without having anything set up on advance notice. One of my supervisors used to work in Chicago and has a personal contact she manages to get hold of, but that person finds that her printer is dead, so she can't help us.
So now it's almost 2 am and I'm going to bed. This thing is likely going to fail, and it will be a huge issue among several pre-existing that I will be swamped with tomorrow, with most of my time likely to be taken up by explaining why I'm not accountable for other people's fuck ups. I didn't get to work on anything else that I needed to, because this took up about 2 1/2 hours of the night. And the person who I'm expecting to call in tomorrow works an early shift, covering some special stuff that I'm not very familiar with. She starts at 6:30 am and has those clearances done by 8 am. So I may be getting 3 hours of sleep or less after all this, going into what's likely to be a hell of a day.
This is why I can't fucking do anything with my life.