work, house and a cat
I'm home from work today. I called work and told them that I was either sick or really tired so I was going to stay home. I don't know if the honesty will bite me in the ass, but that's how I felt. So I've been on the couch in pajamas all morning with a grey (actually more... greige) kitten attacking my feet. Now she's stretched out next to me lying on my arm, precipitating one-hand-and-a-finger typing.
Okay, I moved her off my arm.
I had a photo shoot yesterday. It went well, I think, even if the weather was bad and the subject matter wasn't actually ready to be photographed. I made the call to not wait for it and we shot around it and I really really hope that wasn't a mistake. It all boils down to the pictures; yesterday's decision, my going to bat for the photographer and the increased cost will either make me a hero or get my ass fired. So the first hurdle -- my boss deciding whether I made the right decisions -- will be Thursday when we get the contact sheets. The next, of course, is when the client sees them, but if I have my boss behind me that one won't matter as much.
Met the cutest lady yesterday at the company office where we did the shoots: she had been there as a nurse for 55 years. Same office. I can't even imagine. She's 83 and doesn't want to retire and it was pretty obvious that everyone there loves her. I was invited into her office where she had all these awards for service to charitable organizations, pictures of her family, and a gazillion pictures of her with various prominent Democrats. Personal letters from Bill Clinton, candids of her and Al Gore: turns out she's really active in the Democratic party. I mentioned Cheney and this adorable little grandmother just ripped him up. LOVED her.
I really like this about the company I'm doing this project for: their people stay forever. The guy who showed us around had been there for 37 years. It's not even unusual there.
I'm superstitious so I'm not going into detail at all yet about my other big storyline (hee, I'm a dramedy!) but we maybe might be going under contract soon. Keep your fingers crossed. Just waiting for an answer to a question to D, mortgage broker and friend, to know if I'm okay with one of the buyers' conditions. Ees all so difficult.
It's good and bad that if this happens I'll need to get hopping on my house search. I mean, It will certainly be hard to deal with all this over the holidays, but on the other hand, I am very happy not be dragging all this out any longer than I have to. I think it's really starting to hit H and he's really having a hard time. It's hard for me not to feel guilty, even though my therapist has made it quite clear that I need to not fall into my own guilt trap. Major trigger indeed.
H seems miserable right now. He seems miserable at home, miserable at work. I feel sad for him. It's hard. So I really think that moving earlier rather than later would be better, even if harder in the short term.
I have to do what's best for me. That's been a hard lesson.
In other news, my kitten's name is Bea, as in Bea Arthur, another grey acerbic female. Plus I get to call her busy Bea, and sweet bea.
Yes, I'm a total dork, but I don't care.
So as a wrap up: my kitty Bea:
Okay, I moved her off my arm.
I had a photo shoot yesterday. It went well, I think, even if the weather was bad and the subject matter wasn't actually ready to be photographed. I made the call to not wait for it and we shot around it and I really really hope that wasn't a mistake. It all boils down to the pictures; yesterday's decision, my going to bat for the photographer and the increased cost will either make me a hero or get my ass fired. So the first hurdle -- my boss deciding whether I made the right decisions -- will be Thursday when we get the contact sheets. The next, of course, is when the client sees them, but if I have my boss behind me that one won't matter as much.
Met the cutest lady yesterday at the company office where we did the shoots: she had been there as a nurse for 55 years. Same office. I can't even imagine. She's 83 and doesn't want to retire and it was pretty obvious that everyone there loves her. I was invited into her office where she had all these awards for service to charitable organizations, pictures of her family, and a gazillion pictures of her with various prominent Democrats. Personal letters from Bill Clinton, candids of her and Al Gore: turns out she's really active in the Democratic party. I mentioned Cheney and this adorable little grandmother just ripped him up. LOVED her.
I really like this about the company I'm doing this project for: their people stay forever. The guy who showed us around had been there for 37 years. It's not even unusual there.
I'm superstitious so I'm not going into detail at all yet about my other big storyline (hee, I'm a dramedy!) but we maybe might be going under contract soon. Keep your fingers crossed. Just waiting for an answer to a question to D, mortgage broker and friend, to know if I'm okay with one of the buyers' conditions. Ees all so difficult.
It's good and bad that if this happens I'll need to get hopping on my house search. I mean, It will certainly be hard to deal with all this over the holidays, but on the other hand, I am very happy not be dragging all this out any longer than I have to. I think it's really starting to hit H and he's really having a hard time. It's hard for me not to feel guilty, even though my therapist has made it quite clear that I need to not fall into my own guilt trap. Major trigger indeed.
H seems miserable right now. He seems miserable at home, miserable at work. I feel sad for him. It's hard. So I really think that moving earlier rather than later would be better, even if harder in the short term.
I have to do what's best for me. That's been a hard lesson.
In other news, my kitten's name is Bea, as in Bea Arthur, another grey acerbic female. Plus I get to call her busy Bea, and sweet bea.
Yes, I'm a total dork, but I don't care.
So as a wrap up: my kitty Bea:
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