Mich: I can tell I’m adapting to my boss-role because I snuck in a side door to hide from my employees so I could get some work done. If they saw me, they would have all kinds of emergencies that only I could fix, and then in two days we would run out of paper because they wouldn’t leave me alone long enough to order it. :o)
Shaun: Tell it to your blog.
Today is Labor Day. I have celebrated the weekend by only working a little bit. I have spent a huge amount of time sitting in front of either a tv or computer, usually both at the same time. AT THE SAME TIME.
I’ve been knitting a lot. I’m making a sweater for Jennifer, who is six AND A HALF. (Not to be confused with Jenn, who once was six AND A HALF, but no longer is.) It’s pink. Ever since I started knitting things for Cai and Jennifer, the amount of pink yarn I have is amazing. They only want things that are pink. Which, you know, is their prerogative - it’s their knitted-thing I’m making - but the amount of Pink! I have Leftover! I don’t know what to do with so much Pink, so I end up making them all kinds of weird crappy THINGS out of the PINK. Like crocheted flower bracelets - things that if my children would come home with, I would wait until the end of the week and throw them away - things that I don’t expect ever to see again or wind up in any kind of memory-boxes. Just, things.
I have this disease where it’s impossible for me to feel okay about throwing things away - especially if there is any reason in the future that I could ever need to have it again. I suspect there are many of us out there, and let me tell you - I need to get over it and just deal with my leftovers. There’s no reason to be accumulating a whole BAG of SCRAP YARN.
Of course, the day I throw this stuff out will be the day I am struck with THE BEST CRAFTING IDEA EVER, and if ONLY I had bits of string lying around! (If I thought I had a large Monty Python fanbase, this is where I would reference the sketch with the some-thousand miles of string cut into three-inch-lengths and the sorts of things they would be useful for - like strangling small household pests, or absorbing floods, or tying notes onto pigeons’ legs.)
I need caffeine. (Although you wouldn’t be able to tell from the way I’m writing this entry.)
This weekend is my company’s 4th annual Bull Roast. Since I am the assistant in the department who is in charge of this event, I am obligated to not only GO, but HELP and BE IN CHARGE of stuff. I’ve never been to a Bull Roast before, but from what people have been telling me about them, it seems to be pretty much a Post-Prom with a buffet and free beer. We’ll be able to get into the venue to start setting up at 3:00, and I figure that I will be there until probably midnight. Include the time that I’ll have gotten to work that morning (probably between 7:30 and 
- that’s a long workday. And because I’m a sucker - I agreed to work for someone Saturday afternoon. So I’ll get to leave the Inner Harbor at about midnight and be back to work at 1:00. (Which really isn’t *that* bad, but to be sure, ask me this time next week.)
Uh, I thought there would probably be other things to say, but I think that’s it. Uh, yes, also, affirmative.
** Edit: For some reason, when I wrote 8:00 earlier up there, it turned into a smiley face wearing sunglasses. I was going to fix it, but then realized that I like the idea of getting to work between 7:30 and Sunglasses.
My plans for the night have slid down the slippery slope that is the internet. I should have been prepared for this.
Now, don’t think that I had exciting social plans for the night - oh, no - the plan was to find my room under the explosion of clothes and hangers and clutter and mess and the sea salt that exploded in my suitcase last weekend. After that, there was going to be walking, and then a workout tape. After THAT? Crafting and Season 3 of the Gilmore Girls.
For a good time, you might want to hang out with someone else.
My new job is going really well - it will be going awesome-ly as soon as I have real work to do. The girl who had my position before me took a lot of the duties with her to her new desk, and she gives things to me as she thinks of them, which is about once a week. I’ve been spending most of my time typing out master lists of doctors who are approved in a certain insurance plan that keeps changing, but which does not inform their patients or their physicans, or really anyone, of the changes and so it’s up to us (me) to check for updates and make these master lists for our four regions. I’m developing forearms that remind me of Popeye - soon I will only be able to wear short-sleeved shirts, and develop a taste for raw canned spinach.
It turns out I’m kind of anemic, so the spinach will probably work out well.
I really need to get up and do SOMETHING, ANYTHING, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME GET MOTIVATED.
All right, let’s go, fatty.
I just woke up. I’m waiting for the shower to be available.
After I turned off my alarm, I was wrestling with the desire to sleep longer. Usually, that’s okay, depending on what site I’m working at and when I need to be there and how far away from my house it is. Just now, I could NOT figure out what site I was supposed to be at. I had no idea where I was yesterday, or where I was supposed to be today. I couldn’t remember what day it was, either.
And then I remembered. I work in one office now! Every day! The same time! Which is exciting, but a little bit not, because I don’t have any extra sleeping time, when I get up at the time I get up. But that’s okay, because I have a project to work on (Yesterday they didn’t have anything for me to do until about 2:30. I had been there since 8.)
Coroporate is fun!