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Dec. 17th, 2006 12:37 pmIt's nice to have five minutes, hey more like a whole day, for myself. I'm attempting to not be a lump on the couch, but we'll see.
This week has been bad. Not bad as in crying jags and feeling bad, but bad in the mental "I'm worn out and muther fuckin done" way. One of my clients got teh Dumb in a MAJOR way, and everything that was done was just - difficult. I actually spent Friday forced into an argument where the other person's answer was "it couldn't have happened, because _I_ don't make that kind of mistake" except I kept giving her proof that it DID indeed happen. She also ignored some timing issues I brought up, sending me the email equivalent of patting me on the head, saying "Silly rabbit, YOU'RE running the time frame wrong, HERE'S what it supposed to me, you're so Teh Dumb." My reply "this contract runs from July, not September." at LEAST stopped the angsty emails. Til I started getting grumpy replies of "NOW I have to do it over!" OMG, do you want some cheese with that WHINE? I spent hours working with data that was NO GOOD, because I was assured it was correct and there was "no way" it could be wrong, and that I was a fool for wasting time double checking. HA!
OK, anyway, I know I haven't been around much. Between work and that thing I'm not discussing (which has sadly been reinforced that I'm not ready to be dismissive, after a conversation where I DID share, and got books and unwarranted advice about how WRONG I was, well I almost blew up at that.) I've been getting home late and pooped.
Yesterday I got a bonus from two clients, and promptly went shopping. I know, I'm BAD, but it's been ages since I've been able to afford basics, let alone some extras. I was in the area of one of the Lane Bryant outlets, and they had jeans marked down. Plus some more shirts for work. I spent too much, but ended up saving quite a bit too, and now I should be all set for a while for work clothes. I did want to pop back and get a few more pairs of work pants, but for some reason I couldn't remember the sizes and I totally didn't feel like trying everything on.
Yesterday was totally the craziest day of them all. I was up early, having given my word to be at a client, then dropping by to get keys to do a favor while a friend is on vacation, THEN to CPA #1's for work, which went way longer than expected, then the naughty shopping, then the NOT naughty shopping, in which I got stuff I needed, and wanted, and returned others. By the time I got home, and settled in to watch Naruto, It was clear I wasn't going anywhere else. I managed to watch my Saturday night anime from bed, then feel asleep. I woke up about 10 and have been farting around ever since. Watched Madonna again in Concert.
And I must get moving. I have a few things to do, then I'm parking it, getting my Xmas cards addressed to go out tonight (which will hopefully arrive by Saturday) and not doing too much more of anything, you know?
So boring. I'm relieved just to have some time tome. M is off doing silly things, and won't be home anytime soon. More later I hope.
This week has been bad. Not bad as in crying jags and feeling bad, but bad in the mental "I'm worn out and muther fuckin done" way. One of my clients got teh Dumb in a MAJOR way, and everything that was done was just - difficult. I actually spent Friday forced into an argument where the other person's answer was "it couldn't have happened, because _I_ don't make that kind of mistake" except I kept giving her proof that it DID indeed happen. She also ignored some timing issues I brought up, sending me the email equivalent of patting me on the head, saying "Silly rabbit, YOU'RE running the time frame wrong, HERE'S what it supposed to me, you're so Teh Dumb." My reply "this contract runs from July, not September." at LEAST stopped the angsty emails. Til I started getting grumpy replies of "NOW I have to do it over!" OMG, do you want some cheese with that WHINE? I spent hours working with data that was NO GOOD, because I was assured it was correct and there was "no way" it could be wrong, and that I was a fool for wasting time double checking. HA!
OK, anyway, I know I haven't been around much. Between work and that thing I'm not discussing (which has sadly been reinforced that I'm not ready to be dismissive, after a conversation where I DID share, and got books and unwarranted advice about how WRONG I was, well I almost blew up at that.) I've been getting home late and pooped.
Yesterday I got a bonus from two clients, and promptly went shopping. I know, I'm BAD, but it's been ages since I've been able to afford basics, let alone some extras. I was in the area of one of the Lane Bryant outlets, and they had jeans marked down. Plus some more shirts for work. I spent too much, but ended up saving quite a bit too, and now I should be all set for a while for work clothes. I did want to pop back and get a few more pairs of work pants, but for some reason I couldn't remember the sizes and I totally didn't feel like trying everything on.
Yesterday was totally the craziest day of them all. I was up early, having given my word to be at a client, then dropping by to get keys to do a favor while a friend is on vacation, THEN to CPA #1's for work, which went way longer than expected, then the naughty shopping, then the NOT naughty shopping, in which I got stuff I needed, and wanted, and returned others. By the time I got home, and settled in to watch Naruto, It was clear I wasn't going anywhere else. I managed to watch my Saturday night anime from bed, then feel asleep. I woke up about 10 and have been farting around ever since. Watched Madonna again in Concert.
And I must get moving. I have a few things to do, then I'm parking it, getting my Xmas cards addressed to go out tonight (which will hopefully arrive by Saturday) and not doing too much more of anything, you know?
So boring. I'm relieved just to have some time tome. M is off doing silly things, and won't be home anytime soon. More later I hope.
