Zen, I hear ya. :( I am leaving on my first business trip in a YEAR tomorrow. Have I done anything? No. Am I ready at all? No. Do I have a million work things to do tomorrow before I leave, never mind stuff like packing? YES.
Seriously, it's such a relief to know it's not just me. Other adult professional humans also have get-up-and-do-it problems!
Plus the fact that somehow it all does get done just reinforces my subconscious feeling that I don't really have to get it done early. Last-minute panic is the emotional equivalent of my mom standing over me yelling DO IT NOW.
Can vicariously doing anything count as an experience?
Sure, just a different kind of experience than doing it yourself! People yelling at the football teams on their tvs are vicariously playing football, right? That's an experience.
I'm sorry you're having trouble doing things, I feel ya. You will eventually be on your trip and have a good time and if you don't manage to pack everything it will be okay. And it's ok if you can't believe that right now, it's still true.
It's true! Once I'm sitting at the gate waiting to board, I'll be fine. You know what, I once stopped on my way to Dulles airport to buy a larger suitcase and re-packed everything, in the back of my car in the parking lot. It was my first international trip on my own and I was nervous.
Pants by Friday would be a great band name.
Yeah it would.
Congratulations, flea! Recognition of your value and awesomeness! Hopefully also more money? Mo' money fewer problems, I don't care what the rap guys say.
No one is ever really ready to sing Beethoven.
On his way out the door I asked him if he would go to TJs and get the better natural eggs instead of the Publix hormone factory eggs, and not only did he agree, he agreed wholeheartedly and expressed his desire to be more mindful of that stuff.
Fist bump to your DH!
Today I got to quote the Chicago Manual of Style to prove I was right on a style point to the manager who's rewriting our own style manual.
(For values of "right" that include arbitrary matters that become correct by common agreement and/or appeal to authority.)
Today I got to quote the Chicago Manual of Style to prove I was right on a style point to the manager who's rewriting our own style manual.
Since my brother is getting his Masters in psychology, he and I regularly text each other to engage in an APA vs AMA style manual shit-talking flamewar. Good times.
You know what, I once stopped on my way to Dulles airport to buy a larger suitcase and re-packed everything, in the back of my car in the parking lot.
This is something that I can totes see me doing. Ha!
Congrats flea!
So, for the past few weeks we've had a mysterious loud rattling sound that we couldn't pinpoint, almost every day, in short bursts which start and stop. No matter where you stand in the house, it sounds like someone is running a jackhammer directly over your head (except, there's nothing in the attic with moving parts that can rattle). I've been completely panicky that something important is broken in our HVAC system.
Today, I solved it! When I was leaving to take Aeryn to school, I happened to turn around just in time to see a woodpecker going to town on the tin chimney (that connects to all the ducts in the house). Ha! Caught you, bird!
Congrats flea!
My condolences about the Biscuit, Liese. You gave him a good life.
Last night on my drive home two little girls (one 2 or 3, one maybe 6) darted out in the crosswalk at the last moment after I thought they were waiting for a gap in traffic. Turns out my brakes can take my car from 45 to 0 in about two car lengths if I slam them hard enough. My nerves were shot for the rest of the night.
I happened to turn around just in time to see a woodpecker going to town on the tin chimney (that connects to all the ducts in the house).
Oh my! That would make an incredible racket!
Good grief, Matt. Good thing you have a strong heart.
Oh man, Matt, that must have been rattling.
When I was leaving to take Aeryn to school, I happened to turn around just in time to see a woodpecker going to town on the tin chimney (that connects to all the ducts in the house). Ha! Caught you, bird!
Insert Woody Woodpecker "ha-ha-HA-ha" laugh here....
Also I've never packed prior to just before bed the night before a trip, ever. But I see that as a feature, not a bug.
I went to Outback to get a drink and calm my nerves immediately, and even after dinner I was rattled enough that I left my credit card behind.
Understandable. Frankly I hope the screeching brakes scared the crap out of them too!
Yikes, Matt!
There was a woodpecker in our neighborhood when I was a kid that would rotate among several metal chimneys when he wanted to be loud. I think it was only in the spring? I just here the scrabbling sounds of Byrd feet perching on my chimney here, not nearly as loud but very interesting to the cats.
