That sounds rough--no oven isn't weird to me but no fridge?!? Ouch. Best of luck to her.

The guy who did my patio came over this morning to finally bill me for power washing/painting the porch (which he did back in May--I have no idea how he stays in business, he's so random about billing and stuff! Though admittedly, it ended up being $460 for some weeding/trimming, and the porch). For all that, I'm so glad my friend recommended him, he's just done a fabulous job and my patio makes me so happy (since it's been really hot this summer I've been having breakfast out there, when I'm home--last year it wasn't warm enough really until afternoons to hang out there!)

I have too much going on and I know I'm starting to unspool from lack of down time. Yesterday I was on a shuttle by 5:50am and got to the hotel around 9:45pm. So the fact that I'm panicky because apartments keep getting rented before I even have time to see them makes sense.

I'll just take some deep breaths, keep calling places to schedule visits, and get myself a burrito for lunch.

One of my biggest summer peeves is finding supportive shoes that don't cook my feet. All the walking I did in Vegas did a number on my feet, and my usual sorta-supportive shoes aren't doing the job. So I put on my sneakers, even though my feet will sweat, and good lord, the difference when your feet don't hurt and the plantar fasciitis is sort of in control.

shrift, more than one day of that would send me over the edge. Is there anything social you can bail on?

So what I'm doing is standing by in case I am needed and doing my usual work, but not at my ergonomically adjusted for me workstation, at a too high table with the keyboard balanced on my lap. At least I have room for my teapot.

Burritos and deep breaths are a good call. Apartments being rented before you even get to see them is, as far as I know, normal for SF.The fact that you are super busy on top of that is, of course, on top of that but not really contributing to it, if that makes sense.

Good luck shrift. I hope you find something soon.

I am tracking food again. I am gaining weight and I think this is going to be the only way to stop it. The last two days I ate double the calories I should. Ugh. Shockingly that is leading to weight gain. This means I need to start making my own food. Starting I guess today. I'll go home for lunch and take stock of the fridge.

That's a crazy schedule, shrift. You're in the homestretch, though. Do what you need to do.

shrift, more than one day of that would send me over the edge. Is there anything social you can bail on?

Today is a little less crazy. I still have a bunch of meetings, but I'm working from my hotel today. I have a bunch of calls to make about apartments, one appointment to view a place, and an open house I can go to. Then I'm going to a friend's house for a low-key dinner.

I just need to figure out lunch right now because I'm starving.

Insurance is not wanting to fill my AD script. Doctor has to get pre-authorization from Cigna before CVS can fill it. Doctor's office says they didn't get the pre-auth request, so now I'm on the phone trying to coordinate communications. Never had to do this before. Might be because he wrote it for 3 months instead of one, but still, don't tell my doctor what meds I can have.

Also just spent an hour on a conference call. I'm now part of a team developing "best practices" for something that's not even part of my job description. My sole contribution to this meeting was reading aloud the email (that no one else could find) from the Boss wherein she defines what she wants us to accomplish. Spoiler: we will not accomplish it. We have no direction, no guidance, and no hope of change. Our participation in this meeting was coerced with vague reminders of "goals reviews" and we just want the brownie points.

Sometimes I think I'll keep working as long as I can, until my full retirement age, because the money's good and the job's pretty easy. And sometimes I think I'll retire as soon as I'm allowed to, because I can't take too much more of the bullshit that's endemic to the corporate environment. Dammit, this is why I never went for a managerial position. I just want to do my actual job and go home at night; I don't want more and more crap piled on me as my ever-expanding "goals" that must be met as part of my once-simple job.