Work, life, stress, vacuum cleaners
Thursday: finally got a full workout in! Ran the full 5k, did lots of situps and leg circles and blah blah blah.
Saturday: had to be quick, so ran 1.5 miles and did only a few situps. so glad I made it though, feels lots better to at least keep things going. Goal for this week: at least 2 full workouts - will be hard since there are a lot of evening activities planned but hey, that what goals are for!
The weekend in Jackson was awesome - friends, fun, wine, madness. I was stressed and cranky but managed not to be a total bitch to everyone else, who let me simply be me long enough that I slowly but inexorably loosened up. A lovely weekend. Yay!
The week was lovely and full of friends, as Lady B was in town and I met up with her and others(holey crap, but ER can cook!) in the evenings and generally dealt with the stresses of the week in a dignified fashion.
Friday, however, was a disaster. I had been informed Thursday evening by my BE team lead that my 9am review meeting was pushed back a couple of hours, so I dawdled over coffee and didn't log in till 9:30am or so. Only to see an email from my client (who is on vacation in Cape cod) time stamped 9:20am asking why the hell the only people not dialed in for the call were myself, my team lead and 2 other clients, followed at 9:25am by the admin changing the time for the meeting to 11am. Oh. Shit. AHHHH! Client of course cannot make new time, BE team lead is dialing in from home and who knows who screwed it up, her or the admin. And really who cares? Poor form all around and I'm the only one present for the others to see... the result is I had to run the meeting which was fine except that IT was asking terribly detailed questions that I cannot answer, as I am not my client and have been on this project all of 3 weeks. Sigh. Meeting will be re-held Monday.
I said eff it, and left the office by 2pm. Went home. Finally got my tax return. Procrastinated opening it for like an hour, and then finally took the plunge, and felt a *huge* weight life off my shoulders - I got a positive return! No LTA issues and though I am still poor, I at least don't owe the government anything. YAY!!! Feeling 1 of the 3 major stresses in my life ease a bit, I took a nap. Then got all dressed up and met a couple of the girls out for dinner, which was lovely. And they put up with me admirably well, apparently the combination of stress and stress relief broke my inside/outside voice filter and I was fairly obnoxious (thank you ladies, I wuvs you!!!).
Saturday I cleaned the house, which included both moping all the wooden floors and buying a new, working(!) vacuum which promptly frightened me with the amount of crap and hair it pulled up. Met folks at Kennedy's for dinner before the birthday girl and entourage went to Richard Cheese and chatted about life with spamrice at a cafe for a few hours before turning in.
Overall, the tax return has helped the stress a little. Not much but enough that it isn't a knawing monster in the back of my head/neck/stomach at all moments, perhaps this week I will actually get some sleep. And I meet a potential roomie Tuesday, yay!
Saturday: had to be quick, so ran 1.5 miles and did only a few situps. so glad I made it though, feels lots better to at least keep things going. Goal for this week: at least 2 full workouts - will be hard since there are a lot of evening activities planned but hey, that what goals are for!
The weekend in Jackson was awesome - friends, fun, wine, madness. I was stressed and cranky but managed not to be a total bitch to everyone else, who let me simply be me long enough that I slowly but inexorably loosened up. A lovely weekend. Yay!
The week was lovely and full of friends, as Lady B was in town and I met up with her and others(holey crap, but ER can cook!) in the evenings and generally dealt with the stresses of the week in a dignified fashion.
Friday, however, was a disaster. I had been informed Thursday evening by my BE team lead that my 9am review meeting was pushed back a couple of hours, so I dawdled over coffee and didn't log in till 9:30am or so. Only to see an email from my client (who is on vacation in Cape cod) time stamped 9:20am asking why the hell the only people not dialed in for the call were myself, my team lead and 2 other clients, followed at 9:25am by the admin changing the time for the meeting to 11am. Oh. Shit. AHHHH! Client of course cannot make new time, BE team lead is dialing in from home and who knows who screwed it up, her or the admin. And really who cares? Poor form all around and I'm the only one present for the others to see... the result is I had to run the meeting which was fine except that IT was asking terribly detailed questions that I cannot answer, as I am not my client and have been on this project all of 3 weeks. Sigh. Meeting will be re-held Monday.
I said eff it, and left the office by 2pm. Went home. Finally got my tax return. Procrastinated opening it for like an hour, and then finally took the plunge, and felt a *huge* weight life off my shoulders - I got a positive return! No LTA issues and though I am still poor, I at least don't owe the government anything. YAY!!! Feeling 1 of the 3 major stresses in my life ease a bit, I took a nap. Then got all dressed up and met a couple of the girls out for dinner, which was lovely. And they put up with me admirably well, apparently the combination of stress and stress relief broke my inside/outside voice filter and I was fairly obnoxious (thank you ladies, I wuvs you!!!).
Saturday I cleaned the house, which included both moping all the wooden floors and buying a new, working(!) vacuum which promptly frightened me with the amount of crap and hair it pulled up. Met folks at Kennedy's for dinner before the birthday girl and entourage went to Richard Cheese and chatted about life with spamrice at a cafe for a few hours before turning in.
Overall, the tax return has helped the stress a little. Not much but enough that it isn't a knawing monster in the back of my head/neck/stomach at all moments, perhaps this week I will actually get some sleep. And I meet a potential roomie Tuesday, yay!