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Back to the rat race
Sep. 8th, 2005 07:12 amGood thing this is a three-day week for me. I'll need a short work week, just to ease back into that whole "work" thing.
My application is in, and waiting in HR for my transcripts to get there. Which ought to be today or tomorrow. By's going to fax the request for me ths morning. **crosses fingers** And now, I'm trying to figure out whether I should go ahead and order trees, and make plans to get them installed, knowing I might now be here when the time comes to do that, or put it off....much as I'd love to leave a mess for New Boss to clean up, Courtney'd be the one who's got the knowledge to actually fix that stuff, and I'd rather not do that to her. I should probably have a talk with her about that today.
We were self-indulgent last night--dinner was leftovers from Monday, followed by chocolate malts, because By's been hungry for that since Saturday, and finally remembered the ingredients. Oooooo, sugar.
I didn't get nearly as much progress made as I wanted to, excavating the other desk. Did generate a whole bag's worth of recycling, so the pile is smaller by that much. Got a pile of things typed up as part of the sort and recycle process. That's really slow, but I'd rather do it once, than move the pile (again) and put off dealing with it that much longer. Which is how the pile got that tall in the first place.
By came home somewhat cranky, because the boss wasn't very on the ball yesterday. Between getting the pets to and from the vet, and trying to get stuff ready for photo shoots, and a batch of tableware cleaned and off to a cooking show as props, and getting designs drawn out, and.....well, she's a bit more scattered than usual. The dog's not doing well, he had some weird infection between his shoulders, that had to be cut out, and he's not healing well from the last surgery he had, so they're worried about that. And, he's down to 96 pounds. (This is usually a 120+ pound dog, so that's all kinds of not good.) And the cat seems to have lost bladder control, so she sort of dribbles everywhere she goes, which means a lot more cleaning now. (There's more to that bit of the story, which I've forgotten since last night.) And on top of all this, Robyn got into a show in Beverly Hills (it's one her sister did last year, and did well at), and so she's trying to do all those arrangements long-distance. Don't remember if that show is this month or next; must ask By.
My application is in, and waiting in HR for my transcripts to get there. Which ought to be today or tomorrow. By's going to fax the request for me ths morning. **crosses fingers** And now, I'm trying to figure out whether I should go ahead and order trees, and make plans to get them installed, knowing I might now be here when the time comes to do that, or put it off....much as I'd love to leave a mess for New Boss to clean up, Courtney'd be the one who's got the knowledge to actually fix that stuff, and I'd rather not do that to her. I should probably have a talk with her about that today.
We were self-indulgent last night--dinner was leftovers from Monday, followed by chocolate malts, because By's been hungry for that since Saturday, and finally remembered the ingredients. Oooooo, sugar.
I didn't get nearly as much progress made as I wanted to, excavating the other desk. Did generate a whole bag's worth of recycling, so the pile is smaller by that much. Got a pile of things typed up as part of the sort and recycle process. That's really slow, but I'd rather do it once, than move the pile (again) and put off dealing with it that much longer. Which is how the pile got that tall in the first place.
By came home somewhat cranky, because the boss wasn't very on the ball yesterday. Between getting the pets to and from the vet, and trying to get stuff ready for photo shoots, and a batch of tableware cleaned and off to a cooking show as props, and getting designs drawn out, and.....well, she's a bit more scattered than usual. The dog's not doing well, he had some weird infection between his shoulders, that had to be cut out, and he's not healing well from the last surgery he had, so they're worried about that. And, he's down to 96 pounds. (This is usually a 120+ pound dog, so that's all kinds of not good.) And the cat seems to have lost bladder control, so she sort of dribbles everywhere she goes, which means a lot more cleaning now. (There's more to that bit of the story, which I've forgotten since last night.) And on top of all this, Robyn got into a show in Beverly Hills (it's one her sister did last year, and did well at), and so she's trying to do all those arrangements long-distance. Don't remember if that show is this month or next; must ask By.
