25 days until I give notice
I thoroughly enjoyed my day off Friday and the weekend that followed even though nothing unusual or exciting was up. I did some laundry, organized my sitting room a bit better, got some shelfy type things up on the walls, vacuumed, played computer games, watched movies, fiddled with MP3s, and spent a lot of time with Dave. It was just a delight of a weekend!
It makes coming back into this office so much more painful this morning. I looked forward to it since I have some cards and packages to mail, and that's easier from the office. I brought two books with me, prepared for the deluge of work that isn't here waiting for me. Somehow, I managed to be surprised that there actually is nothing waiting, though. I don't know why I'm surprised by this. Yet I find this stack of things to copy on my desk with a note from my boss, "Please do ASAP Monday morning." She normally works part-time and isn't here until Wednesday - though, thankfully, she's on vacation and won't be here at all this week. Yeah, thanks for making sure I get this done lickity-split for you! Whatever. It's still on my desk. I'll make the copies after I complain about them here!
I guess that counts as saying something mean about my boss? I should counter that with something positive elsewhere, being the "over achiever" of New Year's Resolutions that I am. An acquaintance whom I'll refer to as Stalker-D called me that the other day. He wrote to me with a report of some scandalously rude behavior from one of my ex's. I told the stalker he's like the guy who invites me clubbing on the night he knows I have AA meetings! I'm trying to quit exploiting the bad side of gossip that way. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. "You're already drinking more water," he pointed out, "What are you, some kind of over-achiever?" He had a point, I guess! Stalker-D's a pretty interesting find in humanity. I've gotten to see more of him than usual in the past few weeks. It's nice making a new friend out of someone who's been on the Get To Know Him Better list for awhile. He said he's inspired by my New Year's Resolutions craze, and he'd like to get together and do crafts, of all fun things! You know, like go to Michael's and pick up a kit of some kind for some neatto handcraft that looks fun? Dude, I'm all about that! Sounds creative, social, and everyone likes to play with glue, after all. Getting together with Stalker-D each week for dinner and rambling conversation is a habit I think I'd like to adopt. My turn this week, though, 'D -- how about painting pottery in West Natick some evening? That's like a craft! We'll have a good time of it. Any night's fine with me.
Urge to gripe about being in this office fading. Ah, proof that saying something positive can improve one's mood whereas dwelling in the negative will drag its scrawny butt down. Good.
Saw "The Count of Monte Cristo" on Friday night. It's among my favorite books, certainly in the top 3. The story is so gripping, and the language wonderful! Its theme is marvelous, and something so meaningful to me that I'm having the last words of the book inscribed on the inside of Dave's wedding band: Wait and hope! The movie was alright. I liken it to the Disney version of "The Three Musketeers," the one with Keifer Sutherland, Charlie Sheen, and those guys? Neither movie had much to do with the books save that there were some Musketeers and a guy who called himself the Count of Monte Cristo. They had the right style, though, and kept the sense of adventure and made a good story. If Alexandre Dumas were our contemporary, he'd so be all about writing for the screen! This movie lost so much of the wonderful detail of the story and kept some kind of lame parts, and made some stuff up blatantly, but it was still enjoyable. And Boogie Nights Guy stole the show as Jackopo! Dumas' sidekicks are always the most interesting characters.
I feel better about trundling off to go do this copying now...and for those few of you who really understand what trundling looks like, yes, I will indeed trundle over to the copier. What the hell? I'm a shorttimer! Time to feel free to be myself.
Traceroo
It makes coming back into this office so much more painful this morning. I looked forward to it since I have some cards and packages to mail, and that's easier from the office. I brought two books with me, prepared for the deluge of work that isn't here waiting for me. Somehow, I managed to be surprised that there actually is nothing waiting, though. I don't know why I'm surprised by this. Yet I find this stack of things to copy on my desk with a note from my boss, "Please do ASAP Monday morning." She normally works part-time and isn't here until Wednesday - though, thankfully, she's on vacation and won't be here at all this week. Yeah, thanks for making sure I get this done lickity-split for you! Whatever. It's still on my desk. I'll make the copies after I complain about them here!
I guess that counts as saying something mean about my boss? I should counter that with something positive elsewhere, being the "over achiever" of New Year's Resolutions that I am. An acquaintance whom I'll refer to as Stalker-D called me that the other day. He wrote to me with a report of some scandalously rude behavior from one of my ex's. I told the stalker he's like the guy who invites me clubbing on the night he knows I have AA meetings! I'm trying to quit exploiting the bad side of gossip that way. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. "You're already drinking more water," he pointed out, "What are you, some kind of over-achiever?" He had a point, I guess! Stalker-D's a pretty interesting find in humanity. I've gotten to see more of him than usual in the past few weeks. It's nice making a new friend out of someone who's been on the Get To Know Him Better list for awhile. He said he's inspired by my New Year's Resolutions craze, and he'd like to get together and do crafts, of all fun things! You know, like go to Michael's and pick up a kit of some kind for some neatto handcraft that looks fun? Dude, I'm all about that! Sounds creative, social, and everyone likes to play with glue, after all. Getting together with Stalker-D each week for dinner and rambling conversation is a habit I think I'd like to adopt. My turn this week, though, 'D -- how about painting pottery in West Natick some evening? That's like a craft! We'll have a good time of it. Any night's fine with me.
Urge to gripe about being in this office fading. Ah, proof that saying something positive can improve one's mood whereas dwelling in the negative will drag its scrawny butt down. Good.
Saw "The Count of Monte Cristo" on Friday night. It's among my favorite books, certainly in the top 3. The story is so gripping, and the language wonderful! Its theme is marvelous, and something so meaningful to me that I'm having the last words of the book inscribed on the inside of Dave's wedding band: Wait and hope! The movie was alright. I liken it to the Disney version of "The Three Musketeers," the one with Keifer Sutherland, Charlie Sheen, and those guys? Neither movie had much to do with the books save that there were some Musketeers and a guy who called himself the Count of Monte Cristo. They had the right style, though, and kept the sense of adventure and made a good story. If Alexandre Dumas were our contemporary, he'd so be all about writing for the screen! This movie lost so much of the wonderful detail of the story and kept some kind of lame parts, and made some stuff up blatantly, but it was still enjoyable. And Boogie Nights Guy stole the show as Jackopo! Dumas' sidekicks are always the most interesting characters.
I feel better about trundling off to go do this copying now...and for those few of you who really understand what trundling looks like, yes, I will indeed trundle over to the copier. What the hell? I'm a shorttimer! Time to feel free to be myself.
Traceroo