Bad Dawnie!
No update last night. I had thought really hard about it, promised I'd do it... then next thing I knew, it was 11:15, I was laying in bed half-awake waiting for The SAK to call me back and I realized that I had never done it. Oops. So, instead, you get a happy morning update, since I have 20 minutes to kill before a meeting and don't really want to start anything major before then.
I have decided that I really don't like Tuesdays. Tuesday is, potentially, the absolute worst day of the week. It's kind of like Monday in that you've got almost the whole week ahead of you. However, unlike Monday, Tuesday doesn't have the benefit of coming immediately after the weekend.
Huh?
Sure, Monday's kind of stink. You've just had a great weekend - relaxing, chilling, partying, doing whatever it is you do on your days off. It's been fun, or maybe it's been very low key. Maybe you went someplace, maybe you ran errands, maybe you cleaned your entire dwelling top to bottom. My point is, you had two whole days to do pretty much whatever you want, and Monday brings that all to a big screaming halt. So, yes, going back to work on Monday kind of stinks.
But on the bright side... you just had two days off. You are, in theory, rested. At any rate, you've (hopefully) had two days away from work. Two days to forget about all the stupid little stressful shit that happened last week. You're fresh. You're ready to go. You're ready to kick figurative ass and figuratively take names.
On Tuesdays... not so much. You've gotten through Monday, and you realize it's going to be another typical week. Waking up on Tuesday morning feels like it should be later in the week... but it's not. It's only Tuesday.
However... today it's Wednesday! The week is nearly half-over! In only two short days, it'll be Friday! Time for another joyous weekend! Yay!
In other news, I got two very good pieces of news on my answering machine yesterday. Good thing #1 is that the couches I ordered are in! I just need to call to schedule delivery. I'm hoping that I can have them by this weekend, but we'll see. Now I just need to figure out how to keep the cats off of them.... As for what I'm doing with my old couch, I'm not sure yet. If anyone wants it... it's free. The only catch is you have to come and get it. It's in basically good shape, although the sides are a bit scratched up from the cats, and there are a couple rips in some spots (one of the previous owners had dogs). But, hey... it's a couch! It's functional! And really, really comfy.
The other piece of good news is that my painfully dumb, annoying, sketchy ballroom teacher has left the studio! He went back to school, and needs more time to dedicate to it. (This isn't surprising to me... the last few lessons I'd had, he was distracted and unprepared because school and his other job had kept him pretty busy. I was actually kind of hoping he'd leave, because it was getting ridiculous.) I got a message yesterday to call the studio, and the woman who runs the place was all, "Jon's left the studio because {insert reasons mentioned above}. Would it be OK if you started taking lessons with Mike?" Hee. As if I was desperately attached to Jon's instructional style or something. I was like, "Sure, that'll be fine." Of course, that'll make it harder to stop after this group of lessons is through, but I'm spending way too much on them, and once I move it'll just be too hard to get all the way up there on any kind of regular basis.
So, overall, things are going well. Except for work. I'm frustrated. I'm sick of it. I'm terribly burned out. I'm pondering a career change, but I'm not sure to what, and the things I think I want to do I don't have the background for. Oy. We shall see.
And now.... The Meeting!
Update at 10:30 a.m.: The couches will be delivered next Tuesday (11/5) evening. While I'm bummed that I have to wait until next week, it's still less than a week to new couches!
I have decided that I really don't like Tuesdays. Tuesday is, potentially, the absolute worst day of the week. It's kind of like Monday in that you've got almost the whole week ahead of you. However, unlike Monday, Tuesday doesn't have the benefit of coming immediately after the weekend.
Huh?
Sure, Monday's kind of stink. You've just had a great weekend - relaxing, chilling, partying, doing whatever it is you do on your days off. It's been fun, or maybe it's been very low key. Maybe you went someplace, maybe you ran errands, maybe you cleaned your entire dwelling top to bottom. My point is, you had two whole days to do pretty much whatever you want, and Monday brings that all to a big screaming halt. So, yes, going back to work on Monday kind of stinks.
But on the bright side... you just had two days off. You are, in theory, rested. At any rate, you've (hopefully) had two days away from work. Two days to forget about all the stupid little stressful shit that happened last week. You're fresh. You're ready to go. You're ready to kick figurative ass and figuratively take names.
On Tuesdays... not so much. You've gotten through Monday, and you realize it's going to be another typical week. Waking up on Tuesday morning feels like it should be later in the week... but it's not. It's only Tuesday.
However... today it's Wednesday! The week is nearly half-over! In only two short days, it'll be Friday! Time for another joyous weekend! Yay!
In other news, I got two very good pieces of news on my answering machine yesterday. Good thing #1 is that the couches I ordered are in! I just need to call to schedule delivery. I'm hoping that I can have them by this weekend, but we'll see. Now I just need to figure out how to keep the cats off of them.... As for what I'm doing with my old couch, I'm not sure yet. If anyone wants it... it's free. The only catch is you have to come and get it. It's in basically good shape, although the sides are a bit scratched up from the cats, and there are a couple rips in some spots (one of the previous owners had dogs). But, hey... it's a couch! It's functional! And really, really comfy.
The other piece of good news is that my painfully dumb, annoying, sketchy ballroom teacher has left the studio! He went back to school, and needs more time to dedicate to it. (This isn't surprising to me... the last few lessons I'd had, he was distracted and unprepared because school and his other job had kept him pretty busy. I was actually kind of hoping he'd leave, because it was getting ridiculous.) I got a message yesterday to call the studio, and the woman who runs the place was all, "Jon's left the studio because {insert reasons mentioned above}. Would it be OK if you started taking lessons with Mike?" Hee. As if I was desperately attached to Jon's instructional style or something. I was like, "Sure, that'll be fine." Of course, that'll make it harder to stop after this group of lessons is through, but I'm spending way too much on them, and once I move it'll just be too hard to get all the way up there on any kind of regular basis.
So, overall, things are going well. Except for work. I'm frustrated. I'm sick of it. I'm terribly burned out. I'm pondering a career change, but I'm not sure to what, and the things I think I want to do I don't have the background for. Oy. We shall see.
And now.... The Meeting!
Update at 10:30 a.m.: The couches will be delivered next Tuesday (11/5) evening. While I'm bummed that I have to wait until next week, it's still less than a week to new couches!