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Holy cow, what a day. I'm so glad it's over. Just not enough time, and I did not help matters by being a grouch this afternoon, but oh, well. Tomorrow we try harder, we do better, we fix this thing.
Yeah, apparently our work has been sucking lately, so the managers want us to start cleaning up the system... you know, the one that won't be there in a month and needs four more people to run properly. Yep, such a joy this job, sometimes. I don't know, I'm just feeling the pressure. It's been coming at me from all sides this week and I can't believe I haven't had a meltdown yet, but of course, it is only Tuesday. However, if I can remember the fact that I am a ROCKSTAR!!! I should be okay. And if people will stop preventing me from doing my work properly, that would help too. Oy.
Other than that, finished my Lindy Hop class last night. I feel good about it, but none of the good leads were there last night, which was kind of lame. We were given free reign to dance whatever we learned over the past month, and for some reason that meant my leads were only going to practice stuff we went over that night. I am so sick of doing basic partner Charleston, it's really pretty dull to me. And then when we were doing tuck turns, I asked the guys to give me a little more resistance so I wouldn't have to over-rotate into the prep for the turn, which wound up meaning they were going to squeeze my right hand really hard. The second time my knuckles popped, I was like get the hell away from me, dude. My right hand is probably not too cool with all the abuse it takes in dancing. But tuck turns are so much fun. And Nate says I'm getting it right! Yay!
Ugh, don't want to go to work tomorrow. After today's "you guys suck meeting", my coworker getting fired last week, and the SURPRISE! account, I'm a little worn out. Three day weekend coming up, I think I might sleep for most of it. Rockstars need sleep too. I'm actually staying suprisingly buoyant despite work, the loss of one of my favorite dance partners, and Jane Austen bookclub being lame again. Ruth wants me to update the group for next month, nevermind that she doesn't know who's bringing what, and neither do I. People look at me like I know things, it's all a lie. I'm not playing dumb, I am dumb. Most of the time I'm playing smart!
Ten points to anyone who knows where I stole that from.
*sigh*... okay, I think I'm going to go make pizza, relax a bit more, do situps, and suit up for tomorrow. I'm so tired of having meetings. People really don't need me anywhere. No one needs to see me. Nope. I'm going into box mode.
Yeah, apparently our work has been sucking lately, so the managers want us to start cleaning up the system... you know, the one that won't be there in a month and needs four more people to run properly. Yep, such a joy this job, sometimes. I don't know, I'm just feeling the pressure. It's been coming at me from all sides this week and I can't believe I haven't had a meltdown yet, but of course, it is only Tuesday. However, if I can remember the fact that I am a ROCKSTAR!!! I should be okay. And if people will stop preventing me from doing my work properly, that would help too. Oy.
Other than that, finished my Lindy Hop class last night. I feel good about it, but none of the good leads were there last night, which was kind of lame. We were given free reign to dance whatever we learned over the past month, and for some reason that meant my leads were only going to practice stuff we went over that night. I am so sick of doing basic partner Charleston, it's really pretty dull to me. And then when we were doing tuck turns, I asked the guys to give me a little more resistance so I wouldn't have to over-rotate into the prep for the turn, which wound up meaning they were going to squeeze my right hand really hard. The second time my knuckles popped, I was like get the hell away from me, dude. My right hand is probably not too cool with all the abuse it takes in dancing. But tuck turns are so much fun. And Nate says I'm getting it right! Yay!
Ugh, don't want to go to work tomorrow. After today's "you guys suck meeting", my coworker getting fired last week, and the SURPRISE! account, I'm a little worn out. Three day weekend coming up, I think I might sleep for most of it. Rockstars need sleep too. I'm actually staying suprisingly buoyant despite work, the loss of one of my favorite dance partners, and Jane Austen bookclub being lame again. Ruth wants me to update the group for next month, nevermind that she doesn't know who's bringing what, and neither do I. People look at me like I know things, it's all a lie. I'm not playing dumb, I am dumb. Most of the time I'm playing smart!
Ten points to anyone who knows where I stole that from.
*sigh*... okay, I think I'm going to go make pizza, relax a bit more, do situps, and suit up for tomorrow. I'm so tired of having meetings. People really don't need me anywhere. No one needs to see me. Nope. I'm going into box mode.