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I am exhausted.
I've worked overtime every work day but one since last Thursday.
I come home and have no energy left for my daughter or my house.
Because of the 24 days of incessant rain, the commute has been brutal, and because I've been leaving late from work, I've been getting stuck in the brunt of it. Or taking myself out to a leisurely dinner as a way of avoiding traffic until it clears out. Which hasn't been good for my checkbook or my diet.
This morning is our Q4 review meeting, which has not been well organized, so this morning is going to be stressful. Jeannie leaves around 1pm today and will be out all next week, so I'll probably have a busy morning.
Part of me wants to take off early today, but part of me is thinking that unless I put in a full day I won't get paid as much overtime, and some extra in my next paycheck would be very nice. If Jeannie's gone, perhaps I can just be mellow during the afternoon. . . Except as I type this, I remember that the Comms Manager wants me to produce an agenda for three road shows for next month. I told her on Monday I would have it by today -- back when I was sure that my days were about to go back to normal since the offsite was over.
*gack*
And for once I'm a presenter at the meeting, which means I will need to be shiny and chipper in a couple of hours.
On the bright side, I feel as if Miss V and I are doing very well together. I hope she is feeling the same way. Her voice and her communication style have changed since last week. They feel much less abrupt, less bossy, which makes a huge difference for me. I'm trying to be more responsive, more detailed, more calm.
On Saturday I'm going to see a production of Richard III with a guy from work. His wife is a drama teacher who lives in Dallas. He's short, stocky, has a somewhat acerbic senese of humor -- and is very well-read. ("You are a man of unexpected depth, C.K. Dexter-Haven!") He was excited about the play, which is one of his favorites, and I suggested that we see it together, which he thought was a great idea. So now I'm half looking forward to seeing a play, but half-wishing I hadn't made a commitment for Saturday afternoon. Introvert that I am, the thought of "going out" during my re-charging time doesn't make me feel good.
But I'll have time before and after.
The good news about the rain is that there still have been enough breaks that I haven't had any more flooding. Seattle needs sun!
I've worked overtime every work day but one since last Thursday.
I come home and have no energy left for my daughter or my house.
Because of the 24 days of incessant rain, the commute has been brutal, and because I've been leaving late from work, I've been getting stuck in the brunt of it. Or taking myself out to a leisurely dinner as a way of avoiding traffic until it clears out. Which hasn't been good for my checkbook or my diet.
This morning is our Q4 review meeting, which has not been well organized, so this morning is going to be stressful. Jeannie leaves around 1pm today and will be out all next week, so I'll probably have a busy morning.
Part of me wants to take off early today, but part of me is thinking that unless I put in a full day I won't get paid as much overtime, and some extra in my next paycheck would be very nice. If Jeannie's gone, perhaps I can just be mellow during the afternoon. . . Except as I type this, I remember that the Comms Manager wants me to produce an agenda for three road shows for next month. I told her on Monday I would have it by today -- back when I was sure that my days were about to go back to normal since the offsite was over.
*gack*
And for once I'm a presenter at the meeting, which means I will need to be shiny and chipper in a couple of hours.
On the bright side, I feel as if Miss V and I are doing very well together. I hope she is feeling the same way. Her voice and her communication style have changed since last week. They feel much less abrupt, less bossy, which makes a huge difference for me. I'm trying to be more responsive, more detailed, more calm.
On Saturday I'm going to see a production of Richard III with a guy from work. His wife is a drama teacher who lives in Dallas. He's short, stocky, has a somewhat acerbic senese of humor -- and is very well-read. ("You are a man of unexpected depth, C.K. Dexter-Haven!") He was excited about the play, which is one of his favorites, and I suggested that we see it together, which he thought was a great idea. So now I'm half looking forward to seeing a play, but half-wishing I hadn't made a commitment for Saturday afternoon. Introvert that I am, the thought of "going out" during my re-charging time doesn't make me feel good.
But I'll have time before and after.
The good news about the rain is that there still have been enough breaks that I haven't had any more flooding. Seattle needs sun!
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