Its not good enough
I've been working on expense reports all day. Literally 6 hours. Tracking down receipts, and on the phone with companies who don't issue receipts. Don't mess with me.
I spent my lunch catching up on the discussion boards for class. I got REALLY far behind with everything, and have killed myself for the last two weeks trying to catch up. Now I finally am and I refuse to a.) fail or b.) fall behind again. So I resorted to something I haven't had to do in over a year of classes at the Academy. I went and bought myself a planner. And each aspect of each class that I need to complete for the week is planned out. Scheduled. If bills are due, or I have an event I need to go to, that's scheduled too. I was losing my mind. My desk still looks like what I'm pretty sure the inside of my brain looked like last week. But I have some semblance of sanity now that I know what I'm doing each day. I'm not getting a lot of sleep, but I know how much needs to get done for the night before I can go to bed. This is with two classes people. Two. Can you imagine if I had more than this? I'd be a mess. There's just no time to get everything done.
I bought a new phone. Its the previous version of my red phone. So its not as fancy or nice. And I still had to pay full price for it. But because I needed one with bluetooth, it cost a decent chunk. However, because Charlie completely destroyed my phone, I lost my entire address book. Please don't assume I have your number, because I don't. I only have them as people call or text. And its usually a game of "Who might this be?" So far I've been lucky. I know a lot of people in different area codes.
Also, once again, Pam Beesley is stealing my life. This week with the animating? I've had the following (similar) conversation with Kate from training:
Pam: Don't talk to me, I'm animating.
Jim: I hope you're not killing yourself on this, because I'm sure it's good enough for Michael's ad that will probably be seen by no one.
Pam: Maybe, but it's not good enough for me yet.
Jim: Okay. Do you want me to stay?
Pam: No no, you can go home. I'm good.
Freakin' newsletter. And invitations. And save the dates. And letterhead. And ads. Etc. Etc. Etc.
I'm REALLY tired. And I have a Halloween party in Hollywood to go to tonight. Here's to hoping I don't fall asleep in my drink.
Is it Friday yet?
I spent my lunch catching up on the discussion boards for class. I got REALLY far behind with everything, and have killed myself for the last two weeks trying to catch up. Now I finally am and I refuse to a.) fail or b.) fall behind again. So I resorted to something I haven't had to do in over a year of classes at the Academy. I went and bought myself a planner. And each aspect of each class that I need to complete for the week is planned out. Scheduled. If bills are due, or I have an event I need to go to, that's scheduled too. I was losing my mind. My desk still looks like what I'm pretty sure the inside of my brain looked like last week. But I have some semblance of sanity now that I know what I'm doing each day. I'm not getting a lot of sleep, but I know how much needs to get done for the night before I can go to bed. This is with two classes people. Two. Can you imagine if I had more than this? I'd be a mess. There's just no time to get everything done.
I bought a new phone. Its the previous version of my red phone. So its not as fancy or nice. And I still had to pay full price for it. But because I needed one with bluetooth, it cost a decent chunk. However, because Charlie completely destroyed my phone, I lost my entire address book. Please don't assume I have your number, because I don't. I only have them as people call or text. And its usually a game of "Who might this be?" So far I've been lucky. I know a lot of people in different area codes.
Also, once again, Pam Beesley is stealing my life. This week with the animating? I've had the following (similar) conversation with Kate from training:
Pam: Don't talk to me, I'm animating.
Jim: I hope you're not killing yourself on this, because I'm sure it's good enough for Michael's ad that will probably be seen by no one.
Pam: Maybe, but it's not good enough for me yet.
Jim: Okay. Do you want me to stay?
Pam: No no, you can go home. I'm good.
Freakin' newsletter. And invitations. And save the dates. And letterhead. And ads. Etc. Etc. Etc.
I'm REALLY tired. And I have a Halloween party in Hollywood to go to tonight. Here's to hoping I don't fall asleep in my drink.
Is it Friday yet?