December update
Holy. Shit.
It looks like I might actually be caught up on my invoicing in time for Christmas. Holy crap!
I mean, of course with the addendum that, much like that of a housewife's, my work is never truly done. But, like... caught up! That is huge! You know when I was last caught up? This one time in like, 2011... I might actually be able to enjoy some well-deserved R&R this Christmas without the nagging feeling that I should probably be working...! Which, eh, might be harder to switch off than I think. But still.
My last big challenge will be to actually follow through and drive this baby straight to the finish line, because I'm terrible at letting up the gas pedal once I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Then I'll be like, "meh, it's fine, I'm *practically* caught up. I can always finish later." But not this time, Lazy!Tink! This time we're actually doing this thing! (As I'm currently displaying all the willpower for by prioritizing an LJ update. Well done...)
My intern has been a huge help. She's not great at anything computer related, but she's very diligent and she works constructively. If I tell her how to do something, she writes it down and follows her list to the letter. I'm actually running out of things for her to do. My huge backlog of filing is done. I've taught her the basics of invoicing in the new system, so she's gotten all the easy ones, and she's caught up with those. She's meticulously gone through our Debtors catalogue and fixed minor bugs in the system, twice. I'm sort of left wondering if I should attempt to have her reorganize my computer files, which would be a bit time consuming for me as well, as I'd have to explain the how-to-do and how-I-want. Or if I should try to up her typing skill somehow. I don't have anything work-related for her to type, but she could really use some practice. Any suggestions? I found this online typing course that I think might be pretty cool, but I don't want to patronize her... Still, if I have nothing else for her to do, it wouldn't be the worst assignment in the world, right?
In other news, my mother is distraught at the thought of Sven and I spending Christmas alone. I have assured her 48000 times that this is what we want - what we REALLY want! - and she keeps coming up with new suggestions as to how she can save us from the terrible fate of drowning in our own tears from being alone on Christmas. I have begged her to let it go. I'm pretty sure it keeps her up at night. But I mean... why would you listen and respect people's wishes when you can whip yourself into a frenzy of concern and dispair, amirite? I feel like this is somewhat out of my hands at this point. Out OF hand, too, but again... this is self-imposed drama, and I cannot help her.
Now she's imagined the horror that Sven gets called out to an emergency on Christmas, and then I'll be all alone, and THEN what? Well... then... he'd... come back? I mean...? And in the meantime, I'd have Molly, and Netflix, and really good TV, and the interwebs, and my Sims, and peace and quiet? Where's the anguish, because I'm not seeing it? I'm a grown woman, who isn't really all that into Christmas, who gets stressed out of her skin at the thought, and would rather skip the whole thing. All I want is a moment to call my own this December. That's all. Why is that so hard to hear?
It looks like I might actually be caught up on my invoicing in time for Christmas. Holy crap!
I mean, of course with the addendum that, much like that of a housewife's, my work is never truly done. But, like... caught up! That is huge! You know when I was last caught up? This one time in like, 2011... I might actually be able to enjoy some well-deserved R&R this Christmas without the nagging feeling that I should probably be working...! Which, eh, might be harder to switch off than I think. But still.
My last big challenge will be to actually follow through and drive this baby straight to the finish line, because I'm terrible at letting up the gas pedal once I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Then I'll be like, "meh, it's fine, I'm *practically* caught up. I can always finish later." But not this time, Lazy!Tink! This time we're actually doing this thing! (As I'm currently displaying all the willpower for by prioritizing an LJ update. Well done...)
My intern has been a huge help. She's not great at anything computer related, but she's very diligent and she works constructively. If I tell her how to do something, she writes it down and follows her list to the letter. I'm actually running out of things for her to do. My huge backlog of filing is done. I've taught her the basics of invoicing in the new system, so she's gotten all the easy ones, and she's caught up with those. She's meticulously gone through our Debtors catalogue and fixed minor bugs in the system, twice. I'm sort of left wondering if I should attempt to have her reorganize my computer files, which would be a bit time consuming for me as well, as I'd have to explain the how-to-do and how-I-want. Or if I should try to up her typing skill somehow. I don't have anything work-related for her to type, but she could really use some practice. Any suggestions? I found this online typing course that I think might be pretty cool, but I don't want to patronize her... Still, if I have nothing else for her to do, it wouldn't be the worst assignment in the world, right?
In other news, my mother is distraught at the thought of Sven and I spending Christmas alone. I have assured her 48000 times that this is what we want - what we REALLY want! - and she keeps coming up with new suggestions as to how she can save us from the terrible fate of drowning in our own tears from being alone on Christmas. I have begged her to let it go. I'm pretty sure it keeps her up at night. But I mean... why would you listen and respect people's wishes when you can whip yourself into a frenzy of concern and dispair, amirite? I feel like this is somewhat out of my hands at this point. Out OF hand, too, but again... this is self-imposed drama, and I cannot help her.
Now she's imagined the horror that Sven gets called out to an emergency on Christmas, and then I'll be all alone, and THEN what? Well... then... he'd... come back? I mean...? And in the meantime, I'd have Molly, and Netflix, and really good TV, and the interwebs, and my Sims, and peace and quiet? Where's the anguish, because I'm not seeing it? I'm a grown woman, who isn't really all that into Christmas, who gets stressed out of her skin at the thought, and would rather skip the whole thing. All I want is a moment to call my own this December. That's all. Why is that so hard to hear?