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[serene]

Spent yesterday in a near-coma of blah, watching manymany episodes of Lost, and eating junk food. Today, work was stressful[1]. When I leave here in 15 minutes, I'm gonna take a walk, meet someotherguy, and take another walk. Maybe a long, long walk. Maybe longer. Destressing, that's what I need.

How was *your* day?



[1] I asked my temp service to send me somewhere else, because my boss was unable to give me 20 hours a week, my bare minimum at the moment. I told my boss, and she wasn't happy, but she said okay. Then, an hour later, she called me into her office to ask if I would stay if she found me 20 hours a week. Um, yes. That's what I've said all along. So I'm here for at least another couple of weeks. I should be happy, huh? I think I'm tired of having to fight for what I want here. I much prefer just going with the flow, so I'm going to continue looking for a better flow to go with.

Comments

[kightp.livejournal.com]

How was *your* day?

Heh. Beats the heck out of me. I'm head-down in a major Web site redesign that's giving me a few fits, and that's literally all I'm thinking about from 8 to 5. Now I'm home, grabbing a sandwich and then off to rehearsal.

I think I get my next actual "day" on Saturday. (-:

How was my day, you asked?

[loracs.livejournal.com]

Started with my boss in a major angry whirlwind. He got called on the carpet yesterday by his boss, so guess what - we have a staff meeting at 10 am tomorrow to address the issues. Nothing directed at me . . . but lots of it swirling around me.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Good news, dbubley other older wheelchair has been fixed and I was able to leave work at 4 pm to go pick it up. Dinner in the oven and I'm looking forward to a de-stressing evening. I hope you are feeling less stress by the time you read this message.

[klwalton.livejournal.com]

A quiet day before we dive into two days of intense work with a very demanding but very beloved NBC correspondent. Made what I consider the last Fall/Winter meal of the year - roasted herbed pork loin with roasted red potatoes and cabbage braised with apples and onions.

Still in chaos here, but there seems to be a rumble or two of progress towards our house getting back to normal. I'm looking forward to that because I want to invite people here, dammit.

Do you happen to have a good lentil and barley soup recipe? Failing that, any ideas?

*HUGS*

[tracytreefrog.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear of your job stress. I can kinda relate.Where I am now I started out as a temp and even though I am now a permanent employee I am still fighting for some simple things like a flippin phone at my desk it is frustrating! It is so weird they replaced my computer even though my old one worked fine. But there is no money in the budget for a simple phone. I just don't get it?

[jmkelly.livejournal.com]

I can testify from personal experience that there's a world of difference between telling your boss "I need 20 hours per week" and "I'm not getting 20 hours per week, so I'm walking." The former you might as well say to your dog, he'll understand it just as well. The latter, both your boss and his boss will understand.

There's an old story about a workplace where everyone was supposed to sign up for a group health insurance plan (this was a very long time ago, when people took jobs without health insurance as a given). One guy was a holdout -- he had questions, he had issues, he wanted more time to think about it. Finally, the boss called him in and said, "Okay, sign up or leave."
"Fine," said the guy, and signed right there.
"If it was that easy, why didn't you sign up before?" asked the boss.
"Nobody explained it to me like that before."

[sogwife.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'cause those noises the come from you mouth that sound like "twin tea ours a munth" don't mean anything.

Sheesh!

Love you,Girlness!

And thank you for my most excellent birthday weekend! Samooch!

[sogwife.livejournal.com]

what a dork I am tonight. That shoud have been "twin tea ours a weak."

Double Sheesh

[epi-lj.livejournal.com]

Having to fight for what you need at work really does become very wearying, even if you manage to get it.

"How was *your* day?"

Today isn't well-developed yet. Yesterday was a kind of all-over-the-map day, which seems to be the situation lately. Some wonderful and unexpectedly thought-provoking music on the way in to work. Work was kind of ... slack. I'm not feeling that motivated, and there's just enough "people calling me with a problem" work that I can sort of coast and be reactive rather than proactive. clawfoot came up in the evening, which is always nice. We watched Chicken Run, which was a mixed bag and had its moments but wasn't great, and then she read to me from Otherland, which is great (I've read it before, she hasn't, but she reads really well). Woven throughout all of this are some mood management issues I've been having lately though, and also mounting anxiousness because RA is coming up to visit next week and while I'm looking forward to seeing her, I'm getting swept up in the, "What if I'm totally boring?" "What if she has a lousy time?" "What am I going to do that she'll find fun?" "What am I going to cook?" "How can I possibly be an interesting person for a week?" "What if two days into the visit she decides I'm not all that after all?" stuff. :/

[ptigris.livejournal.com]

My car will no longer start without a jump. I'm looking for either another FT job, or a supplemental PT job, and I hate lunchmeat. Hate it.

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

How can a person hate lunchmeat? That's-- That's-- UNAMERICAN!

(Sorry about the suckage. Major hugs from here. Wish you lived closer.)

[ptigris.livejournal.com]

I've had too much of it this last week. With all sorts of condiments, which I have plenty of.

Blech.

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Clearly, a big salad is in order. :-) Or a bean burrito. Or something.

(teasing. eat what you want. i'm in a weird mood.)

[ptigris.livejournal.com]

It's not really a matter of want at this point. Which sucks even more.

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

I don't get it, but I'm sorry about the suckage. (If tossing some salad money your way would help any, I'm your man.)

[ptigris.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the offer. I'll think about it.