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This weekend was very needed and is very appreciated. Except for the bit where I couldn't find $2000 at work on Saturday. That bit lasted an hour and a half and had me very convinced that I was going to have to invite myself back to my parents' house in a month. Thank god it was a work error and fixable and everything is fine.
It was after that that the weekend became what I needed. Treats from Francois Payard Bakery (pricier than I realized but oh-so-good), video games and wine and homemade dinner and a walk along the river in beautiful weather with dear friends, long talk with Carlos about being a terrible person and once again being so grateful that my best friends are truly good people, such good sleep.
Today I got up early to do laundry, got coffee and read in a park while it washed and dried, hung it all up right away (I do still need to make my bed), cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, took an epic nap full of lovely dreams, ordered great Mexican food, caught up on several TV shows, went through my OkCupid inbox to actually respond to message that have turned into a couple of potentially fruitful conversations. The perfect combination of relaxing and productive -- what I needed to start recuperating from last week. I wish I had another day before going back to work, especially since this week will be busy as well, but at least it is a good busy and not another week of busy because people weren't at work for various reasons and all the responsibility falls on my shoulders. The bank is a well-oiled machine when all its people are in place. If one person is gone, it starts to fall apart. If four people are missing, it is a goddamn train wreck. That was Wednesday. Anyway.
Monday = work, volunteer envelope-stuffing event after work (looking forward to hanging with old work people)
Tuesday = work, date with a new guy
Wednesday = work, feels like something after work but I can't remember what
Thursday = work, Shonda night with the boys
Friday = work, movie or crash
Saturday = annoying roommate moves out!
Sunday = profit
It was after that that the weekend became what I needed. Treats from Francois Payard Bakery (pricier than I realized but oh-so-good), video games and wine and homemade dinner and a walk along the river in beautiful weather with dear friends, long talk with Carlos about being a terrible person and once again being so grateful that my best friends are truly good people, such good sleep.
Today I got up early to do laundry, got coffee and read in a park while it washed and dried, hung it all up right away (I do still need to make my bed), cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, took an epic nap full of lovely dreams, ordered great Mexican food, caught up on several TV shows, went through my OkCupid inbox to actually respond to message that have turned into a couple of potentially fruitful conversations. The perfect combination of relaxing and productive -- what I needed to start recuperating from last week. I wish I had another day before going back to work, especially since this week will be busy as well, but at least it is a good busy and not another week of busy because people weren't at work for various reasons and all the responsibility falls on my shoulders. The bank is a well-oiled machine when all its people are in place. If one person is gone, it starts to fall apart. If four people are missing, it is a goddamn train wreck. That was Wednesday. Anyway.
Monday = work, volunteer envelope-stuffing event after work (looking forward to hanging with old work people)
Tuesday = work, date with a new guy
Wednesday = work, feels like something after work but I can't remember what
Thursday = work, Shonda night with the boys
Friday = work, movie or crash
Saturday = annoying roommate moves out!
Sunday = profit