5 days in a row is too much.

I've put in so many hours this week that I'm currently debating with myself on how early I should leave the office. I'm done. I can't even deal with these open requests in my inbox.

That is a whole other level of trouble.

5 days in a row is too much.

I've put in so many hours this week that I'm currently debating with myself on how early I should leave the office. I'm done. I can't even deal with these open requests in my inbox.

I've worked more hours for the AMA in the past 2 weeks than I did the entire month of August. Every time I shame myself for being stressed about a job where I sit on the couch all unwashed in yoga pants, I remind myself that I am working my ass off.

funny how freelance is feast or famine that way.I know that is(well, one of many reasons) that social workers don't get what I do. Some days are busy, and some days are like, "Score! Lots of King of The Hill on On Demand." but then I guess I can admit that there are some days where I don't do a hell of a lot, but then I can't do what they do and pretend to be "out in the field"

funny how freelance is feast or famine that way.

Seriously. At least I know my check for this month will be ginormous.

Timelies all!

Took Nova to the vet to get her teeth cleaned. As it turns out, she needed to have two of them removed. Poor thing is still a bit loopy from the anaesthesia (as opposed to being loopy from being a cat) and her pupils are huge.

Argh, the Art, Wine & Chocolate Festival is on Yom Kippur. I am so conflicted!

Very inconveniently scheduled, City of Suisun City.

Whoa, it's the last Friday afternoon of summer. I'd better get with the drinking-white-wine-on-the-patio program.

My busy day: went to the power company, they said without a copy of the bill they couldn't tell me how much the bill was because my name's not on it, even though I live there and wanted to give them money.

went to bank to stop payment on a check, found out the check had cleared two weeks ago but for some reason hadn't turned up on my statement.

went to dangerous yarn store, got out for under $30

went to Indian restaurant for lunch. Mmm, naan.

Got hair cut. Was too lazy to get reservation at nice salon, Great Clips did a good job.

Dropped off load of stuff at thrift store, that store has kickass Halloween stuff, bought a gorgeous resin-skull-with-metal-helmet goblet, picture later.

Went to Target, found a small file cabinet and Captain America. Unfortunately Cap is in DVD format, not handsome man format.

Went to early dinner with Hubby's sister, paid for her dinner because it was her birthday two weeks ago.

Now home to start rearranging my office.

Still love new boss. How the fuck did I get so lucky, and why the fuck wasn't he snapped up by some bigger and more reputable institution before now? Not that I'm complaining.

My crazy got the better (or worst) of me at staff meeting, though. What was supposed to be a planned and focused conversation started out with cross conversations that I couldn't follow with four voices going at once, and when we finally got on track, I couldn't hear the pertinent information because there was still chatter and echoes and I almost got up and walked out when I got a coworker being cute as I tried to confirm information. Between everyone talking at once and ignoring that I had an upcoming appointment, and half the group jumping in with answers on my behalf that were misguided and completely wrong, I was ready for violence. And I couldn't stop the crazy and got quite short-tempered, even with the Executive Director, who was good-naturedly and ignorantly trying to put words into my mouth, going so far as to say "I know what you're going to say". To which I replied "actually, no".

Seriously, violence was almost had.

I know I hadn't had breakfast and there was some low-blood-sugar issues going on, but, fuck, I really felt out of control and I still can't explain to satisfaction my terseness and bitchiness. I feel like I've used the pre- and post- menstrual syndrome card too many times to excuse my hyper-emotions.