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I can't believe the week is finally ending. Only today to get through, somehow, and then on to my week-long vacation, which I will hopefully NOT spend obsessing over work and/or experimenting advance social anxiety about all the holiday celebrations and gatherings and obligations already piling up in front of me, BUT instead chilling, reading, writing, taking long pensive walks in the dusk and generally resting my body and maybe even my soul. That's the goal.
The event yesterday went well, not as many people as we'd hoped (there were about 60 instead of the 100 we had counted on), but very interested and participative. No one left after the movie ended, everyone stayed for the talk, and almost everyone stayed for the cocktail afterwards and mingled and interacted and had meaningful conversations that actually were about the evening's theme, which was migration and intercultural relations, so that was great. We labeled it a resounding success. Also, M. said I was a great host for the talk, which made me glad, but also afraid that from now on she's going to schedule me as a host for every event. I told everyone not to show up at work before 11 am today, because I don't want to give nosy R. a reason for telling on us for breaking the "twelve hours rest between work shifts" rule. It's an absurd rule that we should all try to get out of the way together - instead, she focuses on making everyone comply with it, even though she hates it most of all.
Although I feel a little more on top of things (the planning meeting was a huge help), my thoughts still revolve around work pretty much all the time. So many interesting documentaries and articles saved to pocket, when will I get to read them? Been watching Charlie Chaplin movies these days, excellent choice for those late evenings when you're just wiped out and want to veg out in front of the tv, but still don't want to watch, say, Ironman for the 4000th time. (It *is* a good movie, though.)
Very much behind on my wordcount for NaNoWriMo, but still been writing more or less consistently. I still believe I can catch up next week. Looking forward to my NaNo-date with M. this Sunday, the last couple of ones were really inspiring.
The event yesterday went well, not as many people as we'd hoped (there were about 60 instead of the 100 we had counted on), but very interested and participative. No one left after the movie ended, everyone stayed for the talk, and almost everyone stayed for the cocktail afterwards and mingled and interacted and had meaningful conversations that actually were about the evening's theme, which was migration and intercultural relations, so that was great. We labeled it a resounding success. Also, M. said I was a great host for the talk, which made me glad, but also afraid that from now on she's going to schedule me as a host for every event. I told everyone not to show up at work before 11 am today, because I don't want to give nosy R. a reason for telling on us for breaking the "twelve hours rest between work shifts" rule. It's an absurd rule that we should all try to get out of the way together - instead, she focuses on making everyone comply with it, even though she hates it most of all.
Although I feel a little more on top of things (the planning meeting was a huge help), my thoughts still revolve around work pretty much all the time. So many interesting documentaries and articles saved to pocket, when will I get to read them? Been watching Charlie Chaplin movies these days, excellent choice for those late evenings when you're just wiped out and want to veg out in front of the tv, but still don't want to watch, say, Ironman for the 4000th time. (It *is* a good movie, though.)
Very much behind on my wordcount for NaNoWriMo, but still been writing more or less consistently. I still believe I can catch up next week. Looking forward to my NaNo-date with M. this Sunday, the last couple of ones were really inspiring.