Counting the hours
I am in my last week at work, and counting down the days until my contract is over. Unfortunately, this also means I have a ton of stuff to do, as everyone only now realized that "crap, she's gone friday and she's the only one who knows how to do this."
This week I got a new office mate, who happens to be very talkative. Very. Talkative. He's a nice guy and all, but I am working under a deadline here, and I really don't have time to talk about the history of the girl scouts.
Add to that the fact that I am taking time off mid-afternoon every day for radiation treatment, and that the treatment is starting to leave me really tired and low energy, and it's a recipe for stress. But there's only so much I can do in a day, so I just have to let it go and tell myself it's not gonna get done.
Three days of work left and fourteen days of radiation. I am so looking forward to having some time off and being done. Maybe then I can write my pickfor1K story, post old work to A03, and answer my yuletide comments.
This week I got a new office mate, who happens to be very talkative. Very. Talkative. He's a nice guy and all, but I am working under a deadline here, and I really don't have time to talk about the history of the girl scouts.
Add to that the fact that I am taking time off mid-afternoon every day for radiation treatment, and that the treatment is starting to leave me really tired and low energy, and it's a recipe for stress. But there's only so much I can do in a day, so I just have to let it go and tell myself it's not gonna get done.
Three days of work left and fourteen days of radiation. I am so looking forward to having some time off and being done. Maybe then I can write my pickfor1K story, post old work to A03, and answer my yuletide comments.