Today is SUCH a Monday. I forgot my work laptop at home, and didn't realize it till I was in Boston. My boss told me to come in (not go back home and get the laptop and maybe work from home OH NOES CAN'T HAVE THAT) and use a COMPLETELY FUCKING USELESS loaner laptop which I can't even get to connect to the internet to check WEBMAIL. I end up being able to finally run internet from my boss's old laptop, but I can't connect to anything else.
I would be about a million times more useful if I was working from home, but NOOOOOOOO.
Then there was a tight turnaround project that I can't access ANY of the aspects of, needs to be done today.
I am just so very aggravated.
Weekend: rejoice in the fact I am not at work, and wish upon a star that we win the lottery.
This weekend we are probably going to see Harry Potter, and I should finish packing because I leave for EUROPE on TUESDAY on my FIRST CLASS TICKET.
This weekend is wide open, though I do need to do a bunch of new client prospecting.
Today is turning out to be a total wash. I'm so chemically gronked that I can't seem to do anything but stare at this screen.
Yesterday, the bff and I did a hard charging hour on the Spinner and I felt great, if pretty tired. Last night, my muscles just burned...so much so that I got zero sleep, even with an Aleve in me.
I remember this sensation from the gym-rat days but I have yet to come up with an efficient way to deal with the between workout discomfort. Anybody have a good remedy?
Then this morning, I left at 5:30 to take a friend and her son to the airport. I'm that friend. The one that gets up at the ass-crack of whatever to do the airport run. I really, sincerely don't mind. It's a thing.
BUT, this friend, who is chronically late, says she needs me at 5:45. I know that she's always late, so I'm prepared. We don't leave the house until 6:05 for a 7am flight. No worries, the airport is 10 minutes away.
BUT, she fires up the car and the 'you are SO out of gas' light is blazing bright. In the course of the very tense conversation that ensues, she says, "Well, the car is out of gas and the gas station isn't open yet. I don't know what you expect ME to do about it!"
Like, my coming out before light to help her out and then not wanting to run out of gas on the bridge over the Potomac is somehow an imposition. Lord have mercy.
It all worked out in the end, but I came home, took a four hour nap and now feel as if I should not be allowed to operate a feather duster, much less heavy machinery.
ICK.
Tonight I'm going to Jilli's reading, tomorrow I have brunch plans with another out-of-town friend, other than that, just chores and errands.
Tino is trying to steal our Fridays!
Liese, I'm sorry that the Challenger stuff dredges up such grim memories. It makes sense to not want to discuss it.
You also popped up in my thoughts today. Grace saw a new ENT at UCLA today: Dr. Kanamori. He asked me where we lived, and I answered then he asked me where I grew up. But he had that tone, you know? The one that is more about who are your people? I said that my mom grew up in Hawaii, the leeward side blah blah blah. Then he asked about a whole bunch of stuff. I'm pretty sure he grew up on the mainland, but he has that whole Nisei thing, I think.
My apartment will more than likely be dusty when I leave on Sunday, but I will have the garbage all taken out, the laundry and dishes done, and the bathroom and kitchen scrubbed and carpet vacumned. Oh, and I will remember to make my bed before I leave, instead of just tossing the comforter over the messy sheets like I sometimes do.
ohhh Lottery good one, I should hope for that also.
Liese, or maybe not. I just googled him. He did med school at Howard University then residency at King/Drew which is UCLA affiliated, including a fellowship, private practice in Vegas then Albuquerque and now back at UCLA.
Google can be so informative!
