ISTG, Steph, it's almost like you cut and pasted one of my posts from a couple of years ago. Except for the cardiac and wedding bits. It is huge and scary and no wonder you are stressed. Does breaking tasks down and/or setting a timer work for you?
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OMG, Steph, our brains are TWINS.
And you're totally employable.
TJ's has a great one for about $4 a bottle. I used to buy it by the case.
My summer wine is a sparkling rose from TJs. It's a little sweeter than I usually like, but it's a great porch sipping wine. (When the weather and bugs allow me to sit on my porch.)
I know both of these wines.
Steph, contact Strix and get a resume in hand. You performed a complicated, technical job for EIGHTEEN years while dealing with changing priorities and demanding personalities. You are hirable and proven. I get the freakout, I absolutely do. But those voices in your head are wrong.
I have e-mailed the lovely Strix, and I await my job which will pay in gold-plated ponies.
No, actually, that would be horrible. (Because I assume gold-plated ponies would be *dead* ponies, and that's not something I can handle.)
Good news about my Dad: his angiogram scheduled for 1:00 today kept getting delayed, but it eventually happened a couple of hours ago. There is no blockage in any of his major arteries, but there's some narrowing in a smaller artery that feeds into one of the major arteries. (This is how he described it; I'm not sure if that's physiologically accurate.)
That's not a spot that can be opened up with balloon angioplasty and/or a stent, but he can be treated with pneumatic compression boots (which are more commonly used for deep-vein thrombosis, which he does NOT have, but apparently also works in situations like Dad's).
He should be able to go home tomorrow, hooray!
Yay, Teppy's Dad's Heart!
I love how it's troublesome and painful, but then in the end, it's all, "Naw, I'm good, man."
It could just save Dad the hospital stay and assert its state of okay-ness from the start. Sheesh.
My dad had those boots for the same thing and he LOVED them, Teppy.
Good news about your dad. And I bet you'll find a good job, too...I know that place hasn't been what you wanted all the time, anyway, not that you wanted to change it up like this, of course.
Steph, don't be me. Don't give up.
On the other hand, when you have time between wedding plans and interviews, you could try temping to bring in some bucks.
Can someone give me the short version of our Gimlet rules?