apparently the department's kitchenette is closing around 6:00PM, so no access to free coffee. Animals.
Noooo! Not right at all.
Which is why I'm still sitting on the couch in my jammies and drinking coffee at 11:15.
I'll bet Shir wishes she was on that couch with you.
msbelle, you are a real powerhouse. I often think I should contract you to run my life. I am nowhere near as organized and productive.
I'll bet Shir wishes she was on that couch with you.
That is a brilliant channeling of omnis there, Laura. I'm (slightly sadly) laughing here.
I'm glad I seem all productive and motivated to you all. All I see is stuff yet to do and wonder why I wait on other things until the last second.
Anyway, things will get done. At least some things. Yard guy is here now. My trainer helped me get the cargo thing on my car and she took all my booze and two bags of groceries. Demo on repair work starts tomorrow so I need to get all I can out of that room today.
Pat myself on the back and say go Laura to myself time. I had a miserable morning trying to create reports that were going to take me 2-3 months to complete when I need them in like a week. Was sitting at my desk in tears, overwhelmed and defeated, and ready to just tell DH I quit. Looked at the clock and decided since I'd already been working for 7 hours maybe a lunch break would be a good idea. Made myself a spinach salad and queued up the next episode of Twin Peaks, then had to respond to two more work issues before I could sit down and eat, which didn't help my despair at all. Ate, watched another really bizarre 40 minutes of archived television, and went back to it and researched and figured out how to save myself a bunch of time, and am now feeling fairly competent again.
tl/dr: I'm getting too old for this shit, or maybe not.
Timelies all!
Mr. S had a playdate with the daughter of friends, which went reasonably well. Still, I will be glad to go back to work tomorrow, and even more glad when Gary gets home late tomorrow night.
Oh Laura, I know that pain and despair with work stuff far too well.
I know you understand, Drew. I quit after a somewhat reasonable 13 hour day and binged some show my son thought I would like. ( In the Dark) And drank wine. Tomorrow will come and I shall conquer, or not.
Calm ma to Steph and Tim and all of Tim's medical team.
Laura I hope tomorrow is better and you conquer all reports.
Calm-ma to Tim, Steph, the surgical team and whoever else is in the room where it happens for Tim's surgery tomorrow.