Anonner one
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Today was mainly different from yesterday in the fact that I didn't get to go home early and I've been cold all day. There was frost on the car this morning, and I had to scrape the windows. I have a tendency to take that personally since I moved here, but today I think I was a little too tired to do even that. Last night I felt like maybe I don't need quite as much sleep as I've thought lately. Today I know how wrong I was. You'd think that getting up every single day (well, almost) for the past 30 years would have taught me that staying up late and getting up early makes me tired, but apparently that's something of an unusually slippery lesson. Or maybe it's my memory that's teflon coated.
Work was, again, mundane. My meeting with my supervisor has now been postponed until tomorrow for the fourth day in a row, and that's getting kind of old, since I have to get through that meeting before I can start applying for various open positions within the company. I'm also too tired to get any work done on books or mandolins or anything else creative, which leaves me with a day that feels like a waste.
I have Fridays off on the current schedule, and I'm looking forward to it hugely.
Today was mainly different from yesterday in the fact that I didn't get to go home early and I've been cold all day. There was frost on the car this morning, and I had to scrape the windows. I have a tendency to take that personally since I moved here, but today I think I was a little too tired to do even that. Last night I felt like maybe I don't need quite as much sleep as I've thought lately. Today I know how wrong I was. You'd think that getting up every single day (well, almost) for the past 30 years would have taught me that staying up late and getting up early makes me tired, but apparently that's something of an unusually slippery lesson. Or maybe it's my memory that's teflon coated.
Work was, again, mundane. My meeting with my supervisor has now been postponed until tomorrow for the fourth day in a row, and that's getting kind of old, since I have to get through that meeting before I can start applying for various open positions within the company. I'm also too tired to get any work done on books or mandolins or anything else creative, which leaves me with a day that feels like a waste.
I have Fridays off on the current schedule, and I'm looking forward to it hugely.