Snit
I'm having a monster today.
It's one of those first-thing-screams mornings, when no one seems to feel any sense of urgency about life except me, and I'm too brain-dead to care. Thank all gods for cawfee!
It occurred to me just a few minutes ago that one reason I enjoy doing a quilt is because that's about the only place in my life I feel a sense of order. A pieced quilt is a thing of beauty that I made, thereby proving I'm not an irredeemably disorganized person. I wanted to take a week off to spring-clean my house, but I'm hiring another person and training two more into different jobs than they're used to -- means 100% review of their work till they hit their quality standards (95%), and that means no days off. I wanted to take a couple of days to just clean out my office; after all, I've been through the piles looking for large amounts of this'll-be-easy-and-make-a-big-difference so many time, that all that's left is picky stuff that I can't remember why it's even in here.
[mutter] I want to go home and quilt. I could close my eyes and mind to the mess around me. Another brand of escapism -- who'd've thunk it!
Oh good. And now my boss calls and tells me we have meeting with the CFO in an hour to explain why we have so much money in our unbilled accounts. Being two people short is "an excuse", in case you wonder, and not having time to do my own work because I'm trying to tread water in other areas also doesn't cut the mustard.
Where's my pillow? My head needs a hiding place today. [sigh]
EDIT: Meeting went well. I'm feeling a bit more balanced, though of course I'm still buried in mounds of paper, and while I won't delete this post, I guess I need to apologize, even to myself, for feeling so sorry for myself. Not my usual.
It's one of those first-thing-screams mornings, when no one seems to feel any sense of urgency about life except me, and I'm too brain-dead to care. Thank all gods for cawfee!
It occurred to me just a few minutes ago that one reason I enjoy doing a quilt is because that's about the only place in my life I feel a sense of order. A pieced quilt is a thing of beauty that I made, thereby proving I'm not an irredeemably disorganized person. I wanted to take a week off to spring-clean my house, but I'm hiring another person and training two more into different jobs than they're used to -- means 100% review of their work till they hit their quality standards (95%), and that means no days off. I wanted to take a couple of days to just clean out my office; after all, I've been through the piles looking for large amounts of this'll-be-easy-and-make-a-big-difference so many time, that all that's left is picky stuff that I can't remember why it's even in here.
[mutter] I want to go home and quilt. I could close my eyes and mind to the mess around me. Another brand of escapism -- who'd've thunk it!
Oh good. And now my boss calls and tells me we have meeting with the CFO in an hour to explain why we have so much money in our unbilled accounts. Being two people short is "an excuse", in case you wonder, and not having time to do my own work because I'm trying to tread water in other areas also doesn't cut the mustard.
Where's my pillow? My head needs a hiding place today. [sigh]
EDIT: Meeting went well. I'm feeling a bit more balanced, though of course I'm still buried in mounds of paper, and while I won't delete this post, I guess I need to apologize, even to myself, for feeling so sorry for myself. Not my usual.