Can’t find large suitcase. Checked all closets, under beds, utility room, basement - nowhere. How on earth do you lose a fucking suitcase? So, I’m trying to split a week’s worth of stuff among three much smaller bags. I know I’ll come home and the damn thing will be in plain sight. Last time I used it was to go to Atlanta. I think I brought it home from the airport…
Still tired. Should have bailed on last night and gotten sleep instead.
OK, up, dressed, last minute stuff for cleaning ladies done, and just about ready to go. I think I’ve gotten all the clocks fixed, just need to figure out how to change the one in the car.
Only two workdays this week, and all I am going to conecntrate on is getting rid of the calls I’ve got. :-D
over the need for productivity. Niters.
Of all the inane things… I’m getting the dishes into the dishwasher when I realize, I have no clue where Target’s dish is. I thought it was already in the dishwasher w/ the other one - it’s not. I can’t remember the last time I saw it in the kitchen.
I realize that given my current state of mind, this is going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, and it will haunt me until I locate the damn thing.
Then I finally remember. It’s in my bedroom from when he was hiding under the bed when I stepped on his foot.
Complete mental breakdown averted for now.
enough self loathing for the evening.
Time to suck it up and get an attitude check.
OK, so the trip isn’t going to be your dream romantic getaway. That’s OK. It’s still time off work and you get to go somewhere you haven’t been before.
So you don’t know what clothes to take. It doesn’t matter. Even if you did, you’d get there and find out it’s the wrong things anyway.
It’s time sweeten up, suck it up, be nice and get him back, or he’s gonna dump you so fast it’s going to make your head spin.
Check whatever email you have for LJ.
…just having a full on meltdown to get it out of the way.
FTR, I like to travel. However, I don’t travel “well” with others. On my own, I am fine, with anyone else, not so much. Yes, I do have control freak issues, why do you ask?
I am supposed to go out of town Wednesday morning for a week. I need this break. However…
– I have an engagement Tuesday night after work that will run late.
– I have two days of work between now & then
– I have a ton of laundry to do (it is in progress)
– I really have no clue what I need to take. (I’ve checked the weather. That helped. Some.)
– I am still not 100% healthy yet from whatever galloping crud I had.
– I still have to get more cat food.
– It has just come to my attention that the extra housekey is not where I thought it was.
– I am worried about leaving the cats for that long. (If I had a dog, I’d probably never leave the house.)
– The cleaning service is in tomorrow. This is a good thing, but it is also the last thing I need to be worrying about right now.
– I don’t know how much cash I should take along. I need to figure that out.
OK, I have to go back to the store and get the cat food I forgot this afternoon. And resist the urge to get a large box of cookies and container of milk.
12 hours straight. Nice. And I get my hour back tonight that was so rudely stolen from me last spring to boot.
Hmmm, leaving for vacation Wednesday, still don’t have laundry done, still don’t know what I need to take. Guess what I’ll be doing tomorrow? :)
Laura - you available tomorrow evening for keys and a rundown?
I am SO glad this week is over. And to top off my whirlwind existence, I’m going to bed.
And only 3 hours and 45 minutes to go. And the next 30 minutes, I’m still lunching.
Well, if Wednesday was rough, yesterday was gawdawful. 5 people off the queue in training. Leavign 3 of us, plus two managers who thankfully jumped in where needed. However, that left me with something like 8 calls to my name by the end of the day. Spent this morning in training, which was a very good thing, cause I don’t think I could have handled clients this morning - too tired/stupid.
I’m so glad the week is almost over. I need a nap. Several of them actually.
*whew*
Brutal day at work, too many calls and not enough people taking them.
For the record: when you have 12 calls on deck, it is a bad time to decide to do callbacks instead of first calls - we already tried to call them once, they werent’t there, they can wait.
To get over this slightly wretched day, I took the completely girly route. I went shopping. ‘Nuff said. :-D
on the way home, since my ear was bothering me again. Since I don’t have a primary care physician and I go to the doc maybe once every 3 to 5 years, (outside of the annual chick-checkup) the walk in clinic is the easiest option and the best way to get seen in less than 3 days. I get in, discover I still have nice low blood pressure, tell the nurse why I am there and wait for the doc - maybe 10 minutes at the most in the exam room, and the best part is that you get to keep your clothes on for a potential ear infection.
So I tell him…
“On and off ear congestion and achiness over the past couple days. Need to know if it is an ear infection or just congestion.”
“OK, so you have a cold?”
“Not really, just generally feeling crappy, and on and off ear congestion and achiness over the past couple days.”
So, he looks in my ears.
“Just looks like pressure and congestion.”
“No problem, I’ll just go the decongestant route.”
“Do you have a headache?”
“No.”
“Do your teeth hurt?”
“No.”
“Is your throat sore?”
“No.”
“Are you allergic to ragweed?”
“Not that I know of.”
Um, if it’s just pressure & congestion, can I go now??
“I’m going to write you a prescription for a decongestant that will clear it up with one pill.”
[Me looking at him very suspiciously]
“No, really it’s safe. It’s prescription strength Sudafed.”
“The last time I took OTC Sudafed, I could feel my hair grow. I don’t think that is such a good idea.”
“Yes, it may keep you a bit on the awake side. You probably wouldn’t want to take it before bed. And here is a prescription for antibiotics in case the decongestant doesn’t work and that will take care of the sinus infection.”
I don’t have a sinus infection. If I did, I would know. Trust me. (Anyone here who has had one knows what I am talking about) Now, if this kick-ass decongestant is so kick-ass, and he doesn’t see an indication of an ear infection, why is he giving me a scrip for antibiotics? And knowing what OTC Sudafed does to me, prescription strength will have me in a clock tower with a high powered rifle by 2 PM tomorrow afternoon.
So, I am sticking w/ the OTC meds that I can handle and debating whather or not I just go ahead and start the antibiotics tomorrow anyway. Hate the idea of taking them if nothing is really wrong…
or those in the know WRT things Catholic… OK, so the Pope beatified Mother Teresa, which allows for public devotion, if I am understanding correctly. But when does she get to be a Saint?? What is left in the process? There has been a confirmed miracle - I thought that was usually the stumbling block for sainthood?
On a side note, what will it take to make the Mother Teresa musical that is onstage in Rome go away? A stage play I can go with. I can even go with singing. But when I saw the video clip of the singing and dancing Mother Teresa….well, it was just more than I can take.
Now, I realize that folks in China don’t eat Chinese food like you get in the restaurants. Same as most folks living in the US don’t have the same menu at home that you see at Logan’s, Outback, Red Lobster and such.
But it makes me wonder - do folks in China go out for Chinese food the way folks in the US go out for “American” food. And do they refer to it as ‘going out for Chinese’ or just “let’s get out of the house and have someone else cook for a change”?
Dinner was good, but I made an error in ordering and asked for Spring Rolls rather than Egg Rolls. There is no amount of duck sauce that will turn a cabbage filled Spring Roll into a Shrimp & Ham filled Egg Roll. They must have noted in the order that I needed the medicinal version of the chicken, cause there were tons of dried pepper on it. Yes, I can breathe freely! :)
My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I’m off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don’t understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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