Enough to be Dangerous
It feels like all the anxiety/depression/technophobia that has been brewing in my department suddenly just came to a head just now. And while I wasn't the target of it, I'm linked to some of the anxiety.
And also I had my own little breakdown with some new software (I'm the sole beta-tester) and had to sit through angry-making programmer-speak (not the programmer's fault, we just haven't figured out how to speak the same language yet) during a rather crucial moment and
YEARGH. Did I mention that the DarktiyRents will be touching down at PDX in two hours?
Yeah.
Just mildly freaking out over here.
Not that I've been particularly pithy recently, but I suspect I will either A) become even more scarce 'round these parts or B) will suddenly deluge y'all with frothing, incoherent, vaguely cathartic rants about minutiae.
On the plus side? The Mister suggested I not do the last minute house cleanup last night and just relax and finish Deathly Hallows*, and then he made me a hearty breakfast this morning with really, really, REALLY good coffee and gave me a ride to work and... yeah, he's been taking care of me this week.
It's my job to be the "go to girl" on just about everything and lately with our shifting situation at home, I've been feeling like the G2G at home too - normally not a problem, but every once in a while there is a small eruption of exhausted resentment (much like what just happened with my co-workers and the database just now) that may or may not be reasonable or focused/well-aimed/timed/etc.
Hopefully I can regain some even-keeled behavior for the next week. I just need to remember that The Mister is on my team too.
WHEW! I stopped reading right around page 630 before work yesterday, what a horrible place to stop! I almost didn't make it in to work on time. Finished it all off last night before 9:30 (no staying up late, thank goodness) and am a mix of relieved (finally over!), empty (... that's it?), unsatisfied (... no, seriously, that's IT?), OK (... well, alright, I guess it's all circle of life, blah-de-blah-blah), and sad (of all the deaths, Hedwig's was the worst for me. Not sure what that says about me.) Glad I read 'em all, will probably never read them again.
So.... what next? Should I try to get back into Tolkien, or re-read The Dark is Rising or...?
And also I had my own little breakdown with some new software (I'm the sole beta-tester) and had to sit through angry-making programmer-speak (not the programmer's fault, we just haven't figured out how to speak the same language yet) during a rather crucial moment and
YEARGH. Did I mention that the DarktiyRents will be touching down at PDX in two hours?
Yeah.
Just mildly freaking out over here.
Not that I've been particularly pithy recently, but I suspect I will either A) become even more scarce 'round these parts or B) will suddenly deluge y'all with frothing, incoherent, vaguely cathartic rants about minutiae.
On the plus side? The Mister suggested I not do the last minute house cleanup last night and just relax and finish Deathly Hallows*, and then he made me a hearty breakfast this morning with really, really, REALLY good coffee and gave me a ride to work and... yeah, he's been taking care of me this week.
It's my job to be the "go to girl" on just about everything and lately with our shifting situation at home, I've been feeling like the G2G at home too - normally not a problem, but every once in a while there is a small eruption of exhausted resentment (much like what just happened with my co-workers and the database just now) that may or may not be reasonable or focused/well-aimed/timed/etc.
Hopefully I can regain some even-keeled behavior for the next week. I just need to remember that The Mister is on my team too.
WHEW! I stopped reading right around page 630 before work yesterday, what a horrible place to stop! I almost didn't make it in to work on time. Finished it all off last night before 9:30 (no staying up late, thank goodness) and am a mix of relieved (finally over!), empty (... that's it?), unsatisfied (... no, seriously, that's IT?), OK (... well, alright, I guess it's all circle of life, blah-de-blah-blah), and sad (of all the deaths, Hedwig's was the worst for me. Not sure what that says about me.) Glad I read 'em all, will probably never read them again.
So.... what next? Should I try to get back into Tolkien, or re-read The Dark is Rising or...?