Opinions
I'm opinionated. No surprise, right? So earlier today I was saying, "There's this side, but there's this other side, so I'm not sure which I think."
And then someone else said, "But this other side is wrong because..."
And I said, "Not really, because..."
And next thing I know I'm defending that side and arguing myself into it when the fact is, I really kind of a agree with BOTH sides in different circumstances. And then people are like, "I don't mean to criticize your opinion, but..." and I want to say -- "Wait! This wasn't my opinion. What the hell just happened, here?"
It's extraordinarily frustrating.
Anyway.
I saw Carrie Fisher! And there are PICTURES. They're fabulous. And my client is going to take the best one and get Ms. Fisher to sign it. HOW AWESOME IS THAT. And then I got free appetizers and dessert at a Thai restaurant tonight because it's owned by my other clients! Damn. I love my clients.
All in all, life after medication is going pretty well. :D (Life before medication was going well, too, but it was easier to slip into depression anyway.)
Tomorrow I work. Tomorrow night I go see Quin's family. Sunday I work. Then I drop off animals. Then I pack until midnight, because around 6am we leave for the airport and Georgia. Between now and then, I need to:
Do laundry
Go to the bank
Pack
Get animal stuff together
Cancel housecleaning stuff
...There's like another ten things on that list, but I can't remember them all. Anyway. There's a lot.
When I get back, I immediately start inspections and signing for house stuff. Which also means packing. While I'm boarding dogs. I should move by mid-April. Yipe! It's going to be a crazy few weeks, but then I get to rest. :)
Tango is going to move into Katie's old cage, which I'm very excited about (in no small part because, even if a boarded dog gets out of its crate and tries to eat him -- which most of them don't want to do anyway -- they won't be able to get through wrought iron). I've only had one dog here I was really worried about, and I took Tango with me to work so I didn't have to fret about, "What if she gets loose and goes after his cage?" I mean, she'd really have had to work at it, but I was afraid she'd be willing to.
Okay, break! I just chatted with Quin on the phone, and in doing realized how much there is to get done before we go. HOLY SHIT. I need to stop blogging so I can go to sleep, get up, and work like a mad fiend. Wish me luck!
J
And then someone else said, "But this other side is wrong because..."
And I said, "Not really, because..."
And next thing I know I'm defending that side and arguing myself into it when the fact is, I really kind of a agree with BOTH sides in different circumstances. And then people are like, "I don't mean to criticize your opinion, but..." and I want to say -- "Wait! This wasn't my opinion. What the hell just happened, here?"
It's extraordinarily frustrating.
Anyway.
I saw Carrie Fisher! And there are PICTURES. They're fabulous. And my client is going to take the best one and get Ms. Fisher to sign it. HOW AWESOME IS THAT. And then I got free appetizers and dessert at a Thai restaurant tonight because it's owned by my other clients! Damn. I love my clients.
All in all, life after medication is going pretty well. :D (Life before medication was going well, too, but it was easier to slip into depression anyway.)
Tomorrow I work. Tomorrow night I go see Quin's family. Sunday I work. Then I drop off animals. Then I pack until midnight, because around 6am we leave for the airport and Georgia. Between now and then, I need to:
Do laundry
Go to the bank
Pack
Get animal stuff together
Cancel housecleaning stuff
...There's like another ten things on that list, but I can't remember them all. Anyway. There's a lot.
When I get back, I immediately start inspections and signing for house stuff. Which also means packing. While I'm boarding dogs. I should move by mid-April. Yipe! It's going to be a crazy few weeks, but then I get to rest. :)
Tango is going to move into Katie's old cage, which I'm very excited about (in no small part because, even if a boarded dog gets out of its crate and tries to eat him -- which most of them don't want to do anyway -- they won't be able to get through wrought iron). I've only had one dog here I was really worried about, and I took Tango with me to work so I didn't have to fret about, "What if she gets loose and goes after his cage?" I mean, she'd really have had to work at it, but I was afraid she'd be willing to.
Okay, break! I just chatted with Quin on the phone, and in doing realized how much there is to get done before we go. HOLY SHIT. I need to stop blogging so I can go to sleep, get up, and work like a mad fiend. Wish me luck!
J