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Yesterday was very long, oh, let me tell you.
I started off my day by oversleeping. Not a lot, just enough to have to rush around. Then I get on the wrong bus. Not a huge issue, but now I have to cut across part of campus to get to my office. A short walk in the morning =nice, but a short walk in the morning when I'm running late and thinking about the million things I need to do = not nice.
Get to work, start preparing for the 4 hour meeting I have later that day, also send a reminder to 40 people about another meeting on Wednesday. 10 minutes later the chair's assistant (who I am friendly with) comes into my office and says "did you forget that we changed the location for that meeting?" Apparently yes, yes I did. Send another email to 40 people with the new location, which also happens to be at the ass-end of the hospital ($40M new building or not, it is Way Out There.)
Go to a 90-minute meeting about recruitment -- or Why My Life Will Suck From November - January -- where my boss's boss proceeds to embrace his Luddite-ness, and then repeat things I had already said. Fortunately I was not the only one who noticed the echo. :)
By now it's only 2:30, so I go to 4bucks for a cup of coffee, since I'm starting to droop at my desk, and come back just in time to talk to the head of the meeting I have that night, who has forgotten when and where said meeting is.
At 4:00 the sandwich place that is delivering dinner calls, and is in the wrong office. I give them new directions (1 building over), and go back to what I was doing. 40 minutes later they have not shown up. At 4:45 the place calls and says they're very sorry, the delivery person is running late, sorry, sorry, sorry. I reassure them that this is not Woe and Doom, but please try to be here by 5:00. They show up at 4:55, good times.
I go the conference room at 5 to eat dinner before our 5:30 meeting. The chair keeps asking me if people are going to show up. Well, since the meeting doesn't actually start for 25 minutes, lets play the waiting game, shall we? Everyone showed up, all was well.
Meeting, meeting, meeting. We finish up just after 8. I clean up, bring all the materials back to my office, and battle with the cleaning guy who keeps locking and closing my door. Fortunately I had the foresight to keep my keys with me.
I call NQH for a ride home. He does not answer his phone. I get a few things done, call back 10 mins later, he still does not answer. I check the bus schedule; no bus for 24 minutes, so I hoof it home. I get home to find NQH relaxing comfortably on the couch. "Why didn't you call me," he asks. "I did, twice." "Well, why didn't you leave me a message?" "Because I assumed if you were close enough to know you had voicemail, you would've just answered the phone." "Oh, well I guess my phone isn't getting a signal" (way over here far away from the window). And I even brought him home a sandwich.
NQH eats his sandwich and we watch some football. And then we have an angsty conversation about his mother and how she thinks I'm evil and am purposefully excluding her from our vacation (half true) and that I don't like my family so I'm trying to keep NQH from spending time with his (so not true). Clearly the victim of a transporter accident at some point, because she must be in the Star Trek mirror universe, but somehow still able to communicate with ours. I got frustrated and made some pointed statements and while I feel bad that NQH is in the middle on this, I am quite annoyed that he and his brother are just now realizing that they need to condition his mother to getting used to hearing the word "no." What is she, a toddler? I also refrained from pointing out that my mother and I have comfortable boundaries with each other and our own seperate lives, and we actually get along better than NQH and his mother. I also got really pissy with NQH's comment that since we're not inviting MIL on our vacation she's feeling very fragile, and we'll have to try extra hard between now and the holidays to make her feel loved, and that I should do extra to make sure that she doesn't feel like I hate her. I asked exactly what - beyond what I'm already doing - I should do to ensure Peace and Joy, and he could not give me an answer. He knows I am not the problem, but cannot say it out loud. (Maybe I should find her a new crack dealer, because, clearly, her current mix is poor.)
Then I went grocery shopping, because I needed time to myself to have a mental rant, and who did I run into but the web manager from my office, who is socially awkward and socially unobservant. We talked about English muffins and how they were on sale and that they're good for sandwiches and hamburgers.
And then I finished shopping, went home, played a little Warcraft, and went to bed.
The end.
I started off my day by oversleeping. Not a lot, just enough to have to rush around. Then I get on the wrong bus. Not a huge issue, but now I have to cut across part of campus to get to my office. A short walk in the morning =nice, but a short walk in the morning when I'm running late and thinking about the million things I need to do = not nice.
Get to work, start preparing for the 4 hour meeting I have later that day, also send a reminder to 40 people about another meeting on Wednesday. 10 minutes later the chair's assistant (who I am friendly with) comes into my office and says "did you forget that we changed the location for that meeting?" Apparently yes, yes I did. Send another email to 40 people with the new location, which also happens to be at the ass-end of the hospital ($40M new building or not, it is Way Out There.)
Go to a 90-minute meeting about recruitment -- or Why My Life Will Suck From November - January -- where my boss's boss proceeds to embrace his Luddite-ness, and then repeat things I had already said. Fortunately I was not the only one who noticed the echo. :)
By now it's only 2:30, so I go to 4bucks for a cup of coffee, since I'm starting to droop at my desk, and come back just in time to talk to the head of the meeting I have that night, who has forgotten when and where said meeting is.
At 4:00 the sandwich place that is delivering dinner calls, and is in the wrong office. I give them new directions (1 building over), and go back to what I was doing. 40 minutes later they have not shown up. At 4:45 the place calls and says they're very sorry, the delivery person is running late, sorry, sorry, sorry. I reassure them that this is not Woe and Doom, but please try to be here by 5:00. They show up at 4:55, good times.
I go the conference room at 5 to eat dinner before our 5:30 meeting. The chair keeps asking me if people are going to show up. Well, since the meeting doesn't actually start for 25 minutes, lets play the waiting game, shall we? Everyone showed up, all was well.
Meeting, meeting, meeting. We finish up just after 8. I clean up, bring all the materials back to my office, and battle with the cleaning guy who keeps locking and closing my door. Fortunately I had the foresight to keep my keys with me.
I call NQH for a ride home. He does not answer his phone. I get a few things done, call back 10 mins later, he still does not answer. I check the bus schedule; no bus for 24 minutes, so I hoof it home. I get home to find NQH relaxing comfortably on the couch. "Why didn't you call me," he asks. "I did, twice." "Well, why didn't you leave me a message?" "Because I assumed if you were close enough to know you had voicemail, you would've just answered the phone." "Oh, well I guess my phone isn't getting a signal" (way over here far away from the window). And I even brought him home a sandwich.
NQH eats his sandwich and we watch some football. And then we have an angsty conversation about his mother and how she thinks I'm evil and am purposefully excluding her from our vacation (half true) and that I don't like my family so I'm trying to keep NQH from spending time with his (so not true). Clearly the victim of a transporter accident at some point, because she must be in the Star Trek mirror universe, but somehow still able to communicate with ours. I got frustrated and made some pointed statements and while I feel bad that NQH is in the middle on this, I am quite annoyed that he and his brother are just now realizing that they need to condition his mother to getting used to hearing the word "no." What is she, a toddler? I also refrained from pointing out that my mother and I have comfortable boundaries with each other and our own seperate lives, and we actually get along better than NQH and his mother. I also got really pissy with NQH's comment that since we're not inviting MIL on our vacation she's feeling very fragile, and we'll have to try extra hard between now and the holidays to make her feel loved, and that I should do extra to make sure that she doesn't feel like I hate her. I asked exactly what - beyond what I'm already doing - I should do to ensure Peace and Joy, and he could not give me an answer. He knows I am not the problem, but cannot say it out loud. (Maybe I should find her a new crack dealer, because, clearly, her current mix is poor.)
Then I went grocery shopping, because I needed time to myself to have a mental rant, and who did I run into but the web manager from my office, who is socially awkward and socially unobservant. We talked about English muffins and how they were on sale and that they're good for sandwiches and hamburgers.
And then I finished shopping, went home, played a little Warcraft, and went to bed.
The end.