but this is making me v concerned

It's a bit anxiety provoking.

Matilda was driving me nuts being so slow getting out of the house this morning.

She's the queen of deflection. Every time I said (to her closed door): "You have to go now! You are already twenty minutes late. It's after 9!"

She replied: "I am literally leaving right now."

Narrator voice: "She was not in fact leaving."

After seven minutes of that she emerged from her room and she hadn't even put on her shoes yet! Aye caramba!

Six! Hours! Of! Meetings!

Days like these are when I wonder why I agreed to become a manager.

I tried to combat the switch-to-DST whatevers by getting up early and going to the gym before work. Which kinda worked but they didn't reset their clocks so it was ultimately maybe more confusing. Tangentially, it's weird that it's Daylight Savings Time during the period when we have more daylight in a day and are managing a surplus, as it were, isn't it? I don't mind that we take time from the morning in June, it's when it's still winter that I resent giving it up.

Good luck with the dogsitting, meara. I don't have any advice, all the options seem kinda fraught.

I have a dentist appointment at 3 (he's fixing a filling that he "doesn't feel he did his best work on" [I'm starting to think my dentist is a wee bit obsessive]) and an appointment with our financial planner at 7. Both of these things are objectively important things, but it's sunny and almost 70 and I just want to play outside.

I have a Drs appointment tomorrow. It's my quarterly yes I still need Vyvanse please refill it appointment . But I'm going to be like 'did you see my blood work and how it has improved?" . I'm also going to brag on my improved strength. I realized today that as much as all my muscles were aching from inventory prep/6 days working my knees didn't hurt at all. And they had been bothering me after some days.

That's excellent, askye!

Dentist appointment went fine and the filling is repaired (but now my mouth is a little sore), and the meeting with the financial planner went fine, so much adulting has been achieved. And I edited an article in starts and stops in between those 2 appointments. Now I think I'm going to make mashed potatoes for dinner. Or scrambled eggs. Something soft for my sore mouth.

Aw, poor sore mouth with a better filling. Enjoy the soft goodness.

I am out of words. No more wording. I can still read.

Mashed potatoes were had, and they were quite tasty.

I am not built to work ten-hour days. I am built for maybe five-hour days. Someone fix it. Dinner tonight is goat cheese on sourdough toast with preserves and I need to be in bed in, oh, 20 min.

Also, we are a month behind on everything because my bosses believed that a mediocre white dude could do what he claimed. He was also creepy as hell (stared at my 19 yo coworker all the time, touched me unnecessarily and inappropriately twice). It’s a tiring week. In better news, my bosses seem to have… listened to me? And adjusted their expectations around my productivity to allow me to actually train and supervise and (most importantly) QC my two coworkers?

Gold star, Steph!!

Jen, wishing you effective treatments both mental and physical.

I have eaten my toast so I fall down go sleep now. Just wanted to pop in for a minute to say hi.