Argh. I ordered some shelves for my garage a few weeks ago, and finally on Friday the shipping company got in touch to arrange delivery. They quoted me a delivery window of 1-5pm today.

It's now 5:40, I've been home since 1 pm, and no shelves. I'm really annoyed.

In other news, I've found this awesome blog where this woman shows you how to get yourself (or deceased relatives) off direct-mail lists. [link]

I had my physical today. Having been on so much prednisone over the last 6 months, I know I've gained weight and I haven't been comfortable, but apparently I hadn't gained as much as I thought, so that was a nice surprise to start with.

We talked about my weight and I brought up that Biggest Loser article that was going around recently. She had read it and agreed that the concepts of a set point, metabolism being messed up with major dieting, and such are not new ideas. She suggested a book called Secrets from the Eating Lab. While it doesn't have any magic weight loss, it apparently discusses ways to try to trick your set point. I think. I tried to pick up a copy at B&N but they didn't have a copy.

I love that I can have these discussions with her about weight and not get shamed or anything.

We also talked about my surprise naps and are going to see if my iron, thyroid, or B12 level are out of whack. If not, then it is a home sleep study.

Then, it was pap smear time. Joy. But it is done and over with. Need to schedule a mammogram.

Pap smear days are definitely treat-yourself days, Suzi.

Still no shelving, and I have to leave for rehearsal in 30 minutes. Argh. What a fucking waste of an afternoon, especially since I'll have to do it AGAIN when they do finally get around to delivering the stuff. WTF.

And no call or anything, 'Suela? That's so wrong.

Ordered in Mongolian Beef and Sesame Shrimp for dinner. NOM!!!

Oooh, that sounds good.

All right, so I've been putting off reading my performance review feedback. I'm going in. Once I'm done, there will be Brooklyn Nine-Nine and beer.

And no call or anything, 'Suela? That's so wrong.

Nope.

Rehearsal was kind of traumatic tonight: we were on the risers, and practicing entrances, and people kept moving around! Argh. And now somehow I'm in the rear, next to the sopranos and right in front of the basses. Which is just... non-optimal.

Also, good luck, shrift! You can do it!

I did it. Feedback wasn't bad overall. One specific comment was harsh, but if that's how people feel, I need to address it regardless of whether it was intentional. (It was not because I am not a monster.)

I am just going to remind myself that negative emotions are okay. I haven't been in this job for a year. I can move on to something else. It's fine. I can deal with this.