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I worked until 7 tonight. What with the flames licking at my heels all day I needed two hours of uninterrupted clean the shit off my desk time. The boss had leaned his head over the cubicle wall at around 2 wanting to know what all of the low grade Tourettic cursing was all about — and to say that we were all allowed to go home at 4 because of Halloween.
As if. I'm drowning. I'm drowning so hard and so deep, it's mind blowing. But I made a list of what I'm working on and huh, it turns out I'm doing the work of two full time employees right now. I must remember to ask for a raise.
My boss also heard me responding to a coworker who came in to tell me that my name had been bandied about quite liberally at a meeting she had just come out of accompanied by phrases such as "should have had that done a week ago" and "knows I signed off on that on Monday" and "should have come to this meeting". My response? So and so (person who said these things) can kiss my big, fat, lumpy, white ass. Twice.
Our new work culture since the LA company bought us? Hair on fire. Non stop emergency. No planning. Nothing in the right order. Re-do everything ten times. Piecemeal dissemination of pertinent information. By 3:00 my throat was sore. Really sore. Big old lumps in the side of my neck.
I came home, had a Cold-Eze, an Airborne and this:
Now I'm going to sit here for an hour and do some much-needed writing while I sip on my medicine.
Effing figures.
The teenage boy is refusing to get out of bed to go to school, complaining of lack of sleep due to a headache that he told me the ibuprofen had taken care of when I checked in at bedtime.
Dude. The husband and I have a date here at 11. Go. To. School.
He started angling for this last night, and I said no then. I'm working from home and would like to have the bloody house to myself for once. Some days? Family is not my favorite.
Especially when it defiantly interferes with my afternoon sumthin' sumthin'.
I'm working from home tomorrow and brought three files to knock down: the assembly instruction manual for the new wood swing sets we're selling (did I mention that one's being delivered to my house to test the assembly? 12 hours for 2 people to put together? $1K wood swingset with double decker clubhouse and 2 slides? perks!), an affiliates letter/contract and lastly a packaging positioning presentation.
Also, I'll tighten the screws on my friend's web site copy. Plus a lunch date with the huz here at home alone without any kids during daylight hours when I'm more...uh...libidinous than other times.
And this song.
off of that album?
makes me oh, so nostalgic. Just don't ask "for what" because I have no idea.
Well, the x-ray shows a very bad sprain and a partial fracture that I need to watch out for. Came home from work the past two days and elevated the foot, wrapped in bags of frozen corn, and read the latest Annie Dillard book...taking notes because gracious this one triggered some stuff in my head.
It's good to sit like this and let the to-do list just wait in the wings.
I'm getting on a plane Friday morning to surprise my mother for her birthday. Hopefully the air splint doesn't hold me up at the security check.
What's your cure for the common cold?
Is there a cure?
I've tried it all...sleep, vitamin C and echinacea, hot tea made with fresh lemon, honey, ginger and cayenne, miso soup, garlic broth, sleep, water, sleep.
Sometimes I can catch it early with kold kare, airborne or a similar product.
There's always a six week period of the late fall/early winter where I think the only cure is to live in a plastic bubble.
Ooosh.
I
had such big plans for today. The weather is spectacular and I got a bunch of inside chores knocked down early, walked Lila over to play with her friend Fatou out back, then started cutting out the dead stuff in the perennial garden. When I grabbed the full buckets to walk over to the compost, with the plan to fill the wheelbarrow with bark mulch to start layering in around the plants, I stepped down off of the rise and my ankle went crunch. I mean seriously crunch with such a noise I thought for sure it was broken. I was upright one moment and flat on my back in agony the next.
It's just sprained and hurts like a muthafreaka to walk on it, mostly the stepping off part where my shin wants to lever above the ankle and forward. No thank you.
So much for getting a new lasagna bed started down by the mailbox. So much for taking a run. But one must remain flexible, so we're taking a quick trip to the library (Lila has been begging and I need a novel). I'm thinking the rest of the day will consist of me reading and writing with my foot elevated and under ice.
Thank goodness I made so much food yesterday. It's leftovers for dinner.
I've had this song on constant replay at work the past week, piping all the beauty and raw gratitude into my brain in an effort to push out the tiny little beastie thoughts of not good enough and not doing enough...
It's really helped.
Testing out the livejournal xposting feature...oh...a year late.
I've been missing the connections I was starting to make here and there and am a little slow on the uptake. Turns out I can do both at the same time. Whee!
What's your favorite thing to shop for?
Submitted by JadedButterfly.
Bread, cheese and wine.
