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Jul. 27th, 2002 06:56 amI have a few minutes before I have to leave, and I'm not feeling like organizing my thoughts/post, so I'm just gonna slap 'em up here for future reference. I'm not feeling whiny about my incredibly difficult week, but it's not exactly raining sunshine, to mangle a metaphor.
Took mom to see 3 Mo' Tenors Wednesday night; consequently, didn't get to sleep until around 11 (got up at 4:30, as usual, so not enough sleep).
I've been covering for one cow-orker, and the other one told me on Thursday that she was quitting, so now I get to be *three* clerks in one.
Thursday afternoon, after dragging most of the boards for the new cute-poet-chick desk upstairs, I found that one was broken. I was so disappointed, and it was so hot in the apartment, that I just sat in my car and waited for cute-poet-chick to get home from her work birthday dinner. We went out to coffee and to the grocery store. When we got home, I realized I had left my wallet at the grocery. Went back; it's lost.
Got home and found out mom had been admitted to the ER. Went and spent the night with her there. Missed my first day of being three clerks because they had to admit her for continuous stomach pumping to try to get her bowel to untangle. She's still there; she finally talked me into leaving last night, so I managed to get some sleep, but I'm headed back there soon before going on to work to try to catch up on some of the new workload.
Yummy vegan boy has stopped responding to my email. We used to send each other upwards of 30-40-50 emails a day, so it's weird, but I'll live. I do, however, still receive his random email forwards, one of which I responded to thusly:
"Not to say I don't completely empathize with the desire you have to cut off email contact when discussions get difficult, but if you're not going to send me even a hello in personal email, I'd just as soon be removed from your massmail forwarding list, as well. I'm having a rough week, and I'd prefer not to be reminded that I don't have you to talk about it with any more."
Cute-poet-chick was pretty down about having a nothing birthday while I was off being with mom in the hospital. And the house is a mess, so she's doubly bummed. I plan to make next week her birthday(observed) (thanks to someone on alt.poly for the terminology) and have a party. It's unfair that she not only didn't get a present from me (I still have to replace that broken board; I would just return the desk, but the receipt is in the lost wallet.)
Someone just tell me next week will be better. And remind me that if I don't take my Pill, I *will* have messy and irritating reminders that I should take it. Bleah.
Oh, goodness, the temptation to strike this from my journal. But what the hell.
Took mom to see 3 Mo' Tenors Wednesday night; consequently, didn't get to sleep until around 11 (got up at 4:30, as usual, so not enough sleep).
I've been covering for one cow-orker, and the other one told me on Thursday that she was quitting, so now I get to be *three* clerks in one.
Thursday afternoon, after dragging most of the boards for the new cute-poet-chick desk upstairs, I found that one was broken. I was so disappointed, and it was so hot in the apartment, that I just sat in my car and waited for cute-poet-chick to get home from her work birthday dinner. We went out to coffee and to the grocery store. When we got home, I realized I had left my wallet at the grocery. Went back; it's lost.
Got home and found out mom had been admitted to the ER. Went and spent the night with her there. Missed my first day of being three clerks because they had to admit her for continuous stomach pumping to try to get her bowel to untangle. She's still there; she finally talked me into leaving last night, so I managed to get some sleep, but I'm headed back there soon before going on to work to try to catch up on some of the new workload.
Yummy vegan boy has stopped responding to my email. We used to send each other upwards of 30-40-50 emails a day, so it's weird, but I'll live. I do, however, still receive his random email forwards, one of which I responded to thusly:
"Not to say I don't completely empathize with the desire you have to cut off email contact when discussions get difficult, but if you're not going to send me even a hello in personal email, I'd just as soon be removed from your massmail forwarding list, as well. I'm having a rough week, and I'd prefer not to be reminded that I don't have you to talk about it with any more."
Cute-poet-chick was pretty down about having a nothing birthday while I was off being with mom in the hospital. And the house is a mess, so she's doubly bummed. I plan to make next week her birthday(observed) (thanks to someone on alt.poly for the terminology) and have a party. It's unfair that she not only didn't get a present from me (I still have to replace that broken board; I would just return the desk, but the receipt is in the lost wallet.)
Someone just tell me next week will be better. And remind me that if I don't take my Pill, I *will* have messy and irritating reminders that I should take it. Bleah.
Oh, goodness, the temptation to strike this from my journal. But what the hell.
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Date: 2002-07-27 08:01 am (UTC)Next week will be better.
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Date: 2002-08-04 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-07-27 09:16 am (UTC)Usually the company will replace that broken board. i know it isn't instant gratification, but at least you can still get the desk put together.
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Date: 2002-07-27 10:23 am (UTC)I'd go so far as to say, "I had a really rough week. A board was broken on the desk, I've spent most of my free time at the hospital while the doctors try to figure out what's wrong with my mother, then I lost my wallet, which contained a receipt for the desk. I understand that you can't replace the desk -- but can you replace the board?" I think any company with a heart would do so. And some have hearts, or the people there do.
*hug*
It sucks that so many things do pile up, and when I'm under this kind of emotional and physical stress, I tend to do things like lose wallets. CPC might have been bummed, but she'll be okay, and you'll make it up to her. Birthdays mean a lot to me, and might to her, too -- but moms in hospitals are immediate and urgent.
I'll be thinking about you. Good luck.
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Date: 2002-08-04 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-08-04 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-27 09:36 am (UTC)I'm sorry about your wallet, and your mom. Good thoughts for a quick recovery for both.
*hugs* if you want 'em.
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Date: 2002-07-27 09:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-27 10:08 am (UTC)take yer pill, babe!
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Date: 2002-07-27 10:09 am (UTC)*hugs* may it all get better soon.
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Date: 2002-07-27 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-27 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-07-27 01:33 pm (UTC)Re: the job situation. You can only do so much. You are only being paid to do so much. The admin dept where I work has recently been "restructured" to two full time assistants (me and one other) with a manager we see one day a week. It used to be three full time, two part time, with a full time manager. M and I have to spend a significant part of each day reminding ourselves we can only do so much, and that it's not our responsibility to make sure everything gets done. Someone else is being paid for that, a damn sight better paid than we are. I know how stressful it is though, and you don't need it as well as everything else. Next week will definitely be better.
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Date: 2002-07-27 04:52 pm (UTC)What
Hang in there, sweetie.
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Date: 2002-07-29 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
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