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Three Things Thursday – Sadface edition

1. We have entered that time of the year that is budget season. I was so sure I was ahead of the game this year. And then I opened one of the many source spreadsheets that I use and found that in fact, all the work I’d done earlier this week is missing. Did I not save? That seems unlikely. WHERE ARE YOU BUDGET NUMBERS?

This is how I feel about that.

This is how I feel about that.

 

2. As I was leaving for work, my phone notified me that my friend Cromer had shared a post from Terry Pratchett. This did not surprise me, as that has happened before. In fact, Cromer is the person who first introduced me to Pratchett and therefore is responsible for the sheer amount of money I have spent attempting to own various pieces of Discworld. When I got out of my car I went to see what new and exciting news there was from Sir Pratchett.

It was a death announcement.

It is not terribly unexpected. Sir Pratchett had Alzheimer’s and last year had to pull out of public appearances due to the progression of the disease. But still. (I read Still Alice last week and that made me ugly cry into my Friday night beer. I spent Saturday at a conference where many of the speakers talked about Alzheimer’s and vascular dementia. And this is real life. Sadness.)

I love the worlds created by Sir Pratchett, but I will always have a top spot reserved for my first introduction to his (and to Neil Gaiman’s) writing.

I don’t know where this came from and I don’t care. Someone make this happen. But maybe Hiddleston and Tennant?

 

3. I feel a little drained today. A book I’m listening to said that (and I’m totally going to screw up this quote) “everyone has a graveyard inside them. For most people it’s filled with friends and family.” For some reason this really is kicking me in the feels today. (It went on to say that military people, especially special ops peeps, have friends and enemies, and occasionally innocent bystanders in theirs.  This is not my typical genre, but ummm…Luke Daniels is my favorite and I would listen to him read the phone book.) I am tired (Bean is STILL NOT SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT! Does anyone want a three-year-old?) and sore (had a personal training appt at my new gym last night and apparently my right hip is an asshat) and anxious (stress + lack o’ sleep + not picking up that refill for oh…three weeks….) and I am running out of emotional spoons.

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I need a couple days to recharge. I’m sure there are other people out there who need nearly complete solitude to get back to themselves. So those of you with families (I love my architect and my Bean!) how do you make that work? Do you just keep on trucking and ignore the missing pieces? Or do you take that time and ignore the guilt because it’s what you need to be an effective partner and parent? (I have a week off in early May and am trying to decide what to do with myself.)

 

The Edge of Your Seat

I know that’s where you’ve been since Friday when I posted my August goals and they included (10) going swimming immediately and (7) not vomiting in front of a room full of doctors.

I know you’re super excited to find out that I did swim on Friday. Not immediately, but fairly soon after posting. So yay! 2,000 yards in the pool on a Friday afternoon is not too shabby.

And this morning? I did not pass out nor did I vomit at the 7 am meeting in which I was to talk (for less than 2 minutes). Because we ran out of time for me to talk. I was both disappointed (my information was important!) and relieved (I could barely sleep last night due to a combination of heat and nerves and when I did sleep, I had nightmares).

But, the Chair, in his infinite wisdom, declared that my information was Too! Important! to not share and said I had to come back and present at a later date. My boss (who is hilarious) said maybe I should have an entire 45 minute meeting all for me. Fortunately, she said that quietly. So that means that at some later date, I have to do this all over again! The nightmares! The nerves! The sleeplessness! (But it really is very important information.) I just need to remind myself that I am a Brave Little Toaster and I should be okay.

Speaking of brave, check out my Bean climbing at the playground on Friday:

It took three tries, but he finally hauled his body up.

It took three tries, but he finally hauled his body up.

The brave one here might be me. I watched and recorded (take picture, mommy, I brave!) and did not intervene.

The brave one here might be me. I watched and recorded (take picture, mommy, I brave!) and did not intervene.

 

 

Five Things Friday

  1. The architect had an interview this morning. Fingers crossed that they hire him! An employed architect is a happy architect.
  2. However, a house-husband architect is responsible for some pretty great meals this week. We’ve been eating well.
  3. My brain is nearly broken. Work has been hard lately, yo. Hopefully good things will come of it. When I get too busy, I have trouble focusing on the things I need to get done, and spiral into a black hole of panic and procrastination.
  4. I have been lazylately. I haven’t been working out during the week and I haven’t been getting up to write. Instead, I’ve been staying up to read all the books.
  5. Speaking of all the books, my online book group (#ranreadrummed) has a drink of the month, and lo! It was amazing. I made it last night. Mine wasn’t as pretty as the original, but it sure was good.

    The Dark & Stormy

    The Dark & Stormy

Five Things Friday

  1. In my journey to Mordor, I am currently 3 miles away from Rivendell. I will get there today so I can spend the night with the elves. I Googled “hot elves” so that I could add in an inspirational picture, but instead, I was a little shocked, a lot horrified, and may need to bleach my brain. There are a lot of people who have way too much time on their hands.
  2. Tomorrow I am running a race. I have to go pick up my race packet today. I am still unsure about what distance I’m going to run (if they’ll let me switch). I know I can complete either distance, but feel like the shorter distance would = less pain the day after.
  3. I am hiring a new person in my division to replace someone who’s leaving (sads!) for greener pastures and am a little surprised at how many people are not good at applying for jobs. I feel like I should start teaching a seminar. Of course, the people who attend my new seminar series are probably not going to be the ones that need it the most.
  4. Speaking of over-priced consultants, I would pay someone if they would come convince my son that vegetables are delicious. I can’t even get him to eat things covered in cheese. The only way he gets any veggies is in smoothies and those squeezy fruit/veg pouches. I know that he’s not suffering from malnutrition or anything, but who doesn’t like carrots? Or broccoli? Or beets? And how does he know which of the new foods are vegetables and therefore must be avoided? ACK!  (I’m making Cat’s veggie cookies this weekend and will report back on my success, and possibly send her some well-earned payments.*)
  5. OMG. Supernatural. My latest tv obsession. Last night when I was watching my allowed two episodes before bed, the architect looked at the tv and said, “episode 51? Are you serious? Didn’t you just start watching this last week?” And I replied, “No. It’s been like 10 days. Bite me.” (Am super mature.) I started out with mad love for Dean (because I like his car), but my tastes have moved on to the younger brother.  I would like to caution against watching it alone, in the dark, in a strange house that has strange house noises, though. I did that last Saturday (I was hanging out at my neighbor’s, watching her daughter, and binge-watching Netflix). I don’t get creeped out easily, and haven’t yet found a scary movie that actually scares me, but when her dog got up to have a drink of water during a pivotal creepy scene, I nearly hit the ceiling.

 

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