I'm working on a project that's taking more time than I thought it would, so that's a bit onerous. However, most of my onerosity is at home, so I'll be doing some of that tonight. I'm spreading it out between now and Saturday morning, since that's when I'm flying out to my mom's for almost two weeks, and I hate leaving a dirty place for me to come home to.
Tonight's portion: cleaning the bathroom, including the litter box. I'm stopping by the pet supply store tonight to pick up a new box and litter, but I'll still have to scrub the lid before putting it all together. Tomorrow, I get to dust and vacuum, then do laundry on Thursday, and pack on Friday.
Did we know there is a Speed Dating website? I have been chatting with a guy for almost 30 minutes (you start with only 4 minutes to decide if you want to talk more).
My onerous task was the painful (no, literally physically painful) doctor appointment at Dark O'Clock this morning. I'm done with onerousity.
Maybe I will clean the bathtub later, but only so I can take a bath. MAYBE.
The thought of having to compose and send some emails to move a volunteer project forward is stressing me out. Really? body?!? why so lame?
Why does it feel so onerous to tell a *company* no?
Because I bought this skin stuff, used it for a while, got decent results(especially with their pimple-drying stuff) But it's sort of expensive...well, never mind. But I know they are not my friends and could give a crap why I can't use it.
Why do I feel *guilty* now?
Why have I put this off so much?
Still chatting.
Wouldn't call it onerous, but it is definitely outside my comfort zone.
2nd email sent. fingers crossed that these request for help emails get positive responses. I really need to look like I have not been sitting on my ass for 3 weeks for this volunteering task.
GO MSBELLE.
My poor coworker just came in here practically shaking with anger, because she assumed I was assigning her a bunch of urgent work in an email I sent out to a bunch of people. Yeah, no. I will do the stupid work! And I will not spend very much time on it, either. @@
Go, msbelle! Line 'em up, knock 'em down. Or something.
Suzi, you can do it. Chat his head off. In a good way.
The tea discussion inspired me to make a cup of the pear caramel truffle tea Jilli sent in my Secret Santa gift. It's like dessert, it's so yummy.
