Although I’m fairly happy, I feel like I’m in a constant state of uneasiness right now. Life changes (most notably, an upcoming move) have me on edge. I’m excited about the prospect of re-locating and starting fresh, but financial concerns and roommate drama are weighing heavy on my mind.
Let’s hope in a couple months, this is all behind me, and I’m happily settled into my new life.
A Nightmare on Elm Street tonight @ 12:01am. Stoked!
Fever, runny nose, aches, pains, the works. I swear, people at work joke that I have the immune system of a cancer patient. I catch everything.
I’m running quite low on sick days, so I’m going to try to tough it out tomorrow. I suppose if I end up feeling worse throughout the course of the day, I’ll leave early. My co-workers are also notoriously germ-a-phobic. Usually if I show up sick to work, they insist on spraying a line of Lysol around my cubicle, as if the germs are evil spirits and will somehow be unable to cross their supernatural line of disinfectant. Needless to say, I’m pretty sure I’ll be treated as the company leper tomorrow.
The boy’s flight to Japan leaves this morning at 11:15am from LAX. He’ll be gone for 2.5 weeks. I suppose it’s not that long, but it feels like an eternity. I need to find things to occupy myself during this time. There are quite a few movies I’ve been meaning to see:
I have a feeling Redbox might also become my new best friend. ;)
I have a performance eval (or rather, a pre-performance eval) today, and I just realized I have made little to no progress on any of my goals. That’s why I’m scrambling to throw some BS together before the 2pm meeting with my supervisor.
Slackity slack…
I just received a request from one of my colleagues to schedule a conference room for an upcoming board meeting. Right away, I knew this was going to be a pain in my ass for a number of reasons. First of all, the meeting spans from 11am – 2pm, which is a considerable chunk of time by anyone’s standards. Not only this, but the only conference rooms we have access to where food and drinks can be served are across the street in completely different buildings. I did my best, and was able to find a room to accommodate the board meeting, but of course, when I e-mailed my co-workers back, they informed me that the room is less than desirable. Apparently, they don’t want to bother lugging food to a different building, and furthermore, they think it would be too troublesome for the board members to have to find parking across the street. Okay, I’ll buy all of that. It’s definitely not the most convenient location, but if it’s the only location, what else can we do?!
One of them wrote me back to ask if there were any rooms available in our building. I told her there is only one conference room in this building that is big enough to seat everyone and allows food. However, it’s booked on that day (which she already knew). She writes back, “I really don’t think any other room is a viable option.”
Okay, lady, let’s think about this…what are our options? The way I see it, this can go one of three ways. 1) I can dust off my magic wand, brush up on the ancient art of sorcery, and proceed to pull a conference room out of my ass. 2) You can reschedule the meeting for a different day. 3) You can suck it the hell up and exercise those gams, ‘cuz Lord knows you sit at a damn desk all day and they’re probably dangerously close to atrophying. I really don’t think it’s going to kill you to carry a tray of sandwiches and cookies across the crosswalk, for Christ’s sake.
How do people go through life operating like this?
I must be crazy. For lunch, I’m going to allow the Indian ladies at the threading studio to rape my face + wallet (in that order), and then I will pee in a cup so that the nice people at Kaiser can reassure me that my vagina is not diseased and in danger of falling off, collapsing into itself, or growing tentacles.
Who said Tuesdays aren’t chock full of fun?
I woke up Tuesday morning
Staring at the ceiling
Hoping for deliverance
From the distances in you
This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of nowhere
And north of nothing
I’m barely out of Tuesday
Seen seven hours of Wednesday
I guess I’ve got regrets
Maybe you could leave a light on (leave a light on) for me
- COUNTING CROWS
My Monday ended much better than it started. I somehow made it through the work day, went home and actually found the motivation to clean up the apartment a bit, and on top of all that, still managed to drag my lazy ass to the gym. Afterwards, took a nice hot shower, ate a hearty (and more importantly, healthy) meal of salmon and veggies, and watched a few of my favorite shows before my eyelids started getting heavy. Before bed, I got a wild hair up my ass and decided to list a few old textbooks for sale on Amazon, and lo and behold, today I had an e-mail in my inbox that one of them sold for about eighty bones.
All in all, I can’t say that I ran 1,000 errands, cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, and got every single thing done that I needed to last night, but sometimes it’s truly the little things that keep you from going insane. I figure tonight I’ll attempt to tackle the kitchen and more of my bedroom.
Today is infinitely better than Monday, as well, because it’s my last day of the work week. I’ll have a 5-day weekend, and really…how often does that happen?! I hope this is the universe’s way of smiling on me for a brief moment, and that I’m not going to go home only to find a pile of cat puke on my pillow or something. (Because that’s entirely possible…)
It’s sure as shit a mutha fuckin’ Monday. Sitting and reflecting on all the shit-storm drama that I find myself enveloped in is never a fun thing, and my weekends have been so crazy as of late that Mondays are easily my worst day of the week. I literally find it so difficult to concentrate that the quality and quantity of my work is starting to suffer.
I think I need to channel my anger into finally growing a backbone, ‘cuz something’s gotta give.