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Good grief, where does the time go? I meant to post on here like two weeks ago. I honestly don't know why life insists on getting in the way like that, but oh well. Onward and upward, as I kill time before my book club meeting, where I once again have not had time to read the book. Grrr.
I am not pleased about work right now. Nothing seems to go spectacularly badly for me personally, but I've been struggling with certain projects, and as a group things are going spectacularly badly, which at this point I just find irritating. Our numbers are down, I get it! Spending twenty minutes venting about it in loud, disruptive voices when we could be, gee, I don't know, WORKING??!?!, that makes me angry. I realize that stuff isn't getting down, but let's not trip over ourselves trying to fix the problem. Argh. I just wish things were easier. Things seem to be like half a step from melting down, and I can't actually do anything, because my work is fine, and no one can show me how to solve things.
Ridiculousness...
Anyway, putting aside the considerable stress of work, things have been rather good. I got a very sweet Valentine from a friend of mine, the flowers are starting to look a little disheveled, but the poetry and artwork are still epic. Mum and I went shopping to spend my birthday coupons, aka, a convenient way for stores to get at even more of my money. But hey, I don't do it much, and I probably won't for a while. Maybe. Dance has been good, I've learned to jump, to savoy kick, tap turns, and apparently I make a very graceful foxtrot partner. It's all in the poise. I'm also a graceful bowler...which means my body has lovely lines as my ball rolls into the gutter for the fourth time in a row. Whatever, at least my thumb's stopped getting cut open every week. And the crazy pants bowling event was quite the epic moment of hilarity. Yay for bowlers in loud stripey clothes!
My birthday is Saturday and I'm excited. I'm a little worried, because traditionally my even numbered birthdays are not very good. But 22 was all right, 24 was quite fun, and I'm hoping 26 delivers a pile of happy moments. Nothing crazy, just good times. That is all I need. Hopefully, people will remember and come. I always think I'm a huge inconvenience to people, especially my birthday because for years we always had to put it off because of one reason or another. I got rather used to not doing anything for my birthday, this will be a considerable change. Hopefully a pleasant one.
Oh, I hope I get everything done before Friday. So many things to do, and even more the week after that. Just so so much going on all the time. I don't remember being this busy before, but it feels overwhelming at times. Who knows. As long as I get cupcakes on my birthday, I think I'm okay with things.
Phew, it's going to be a sprint to the finish line this week. And I miss that wonderful hint of spring weather we had just a moment ago. It may be gone for the moment, but it must be a sign of things to come. Sooner rather than later, fingers crossed.
I am not pleased about work right now. Nothing seems to go spectacularly badly for me personally, but I've been struggling with certain projects, and as a group things are going spectacularly badly, which at this point I just find irritating. Our numbers are down, I get it! Spending twenty minutes venting about it in loud, disruptive voices when we could be, gee, I don't know, WORKING??!?!, that makes me angry. I realize that stuff isn't getting down, but let's not trip over ourselves trying to fix the problem. Argh. I just wish things were easier. Things seem to be like half a step from melting down, and I can't actually do anything, because my work is fine, and no one can show me how to solve things.
Ridiculousness...
Anyway, putting aside the considerable stress of work, things have been rather good. I got a very sweet Valentine from a friend of mine, the flowers are starting to look a little disheveled, but the poetry and artwork are still epic. Mum and I went shopping to spend my birthday coupons, aka, a convenient way for stores to get at even more of my money. But hey, I don't do it much, and I probably won't for a while. Maybe. Dance has been good, I've learned to jump, to savoy kick, tap turns, and apparently I make a very graceful foxtrot partner. It's all in the poise. I'm also a graceful bowler...which means my body has lovely lines as my ball rolls into the gutter for the fourth time in a row. Whatever, at least my thumb's stopped getting cut open every week. And the crazy pants bowling event was quite the epic moment of hilarity. Yay for bowlers in loud stripey clothes!
My birthday is Saturday and I'm excited. I'm a little worried, because traditionally my even numbered birthdays are not very good. But 22 was all right, 24 was quite fun, and I'm hoping 26 delivers a pile of happy moments. Nothing crazy, just good times. That is all I need. Hopefully, people will remember and come. I always think I'm a huge inconvenience to people, especially my birthday because for years we always had to put it off because of one reason or another. I got rather used to not doing anything for my birthday, this will be a considerable change. Hopefully a pleasant one.
Oh, I hope I get everything done before Friday. So many things to do, and even more the week after that. Just so so much going on all the time. I don't remember being this busy before, but it feels overwhelming at times. Who knows. As long as I get cupcakes on my birthday, I think I'm okay with things.
Phew, it's going to be a sprint to the finish line this week. And I miss that wonderful hint of spring weather we had just a moment ago. It may be gone for the moment, but it must be a sign of things to come. Sooner rather than later, fingers crossed.