whew.

Here I am! I survived the week from hell! Seriously, y'all: the last two weeks have sucked donkey balls. Work has been oh so stressful. But I've gotten two projects (initially) designed THIS WEEK. One of which, was, oh, an ANNUAL REPORT. I rock.

Last night one of my bosses asked me how I felt about the work for Friday's (now today) presentation. I told her that it wasn't my best work, but that I was pretty damn proud of it. Again, honesty that might bite me in the butt, but I don't give a fuck. The work isn't good, but within the time restraints and with all the photo shoots imploding around me, it IS good.

I had to miss some fun events I was invited to so I could make my deadline, which made me sad. But I will have fun! I feel very Scarlett O'Hara-y here.

I think all three of my readers know this (hi!) and it's kind of old news, but in case you aren't one of the three readers (and who would you be?) I am working on a mortgage so I can buy my own house. No, literally, MY house. The one I live in. Yes, I am a bad person: I changed my mind at the last damn minute. Yes, we went through the work to put the house up for sale, the listing, the showings, the Open House, the offers, the bargaining, the inspection and THEN I realized that it was financially ridiculous to buy another house. So I paid a good bit 'o money to get out of the contract, compensating the would-be buyers and my realtor. I felt really bad about my realtor -- she was great. And, seriously: if you know someone who needs a realtor please let me recommend mine. I'd like to make it up to her.

And H has been good about it. He tends to start out being difficult (oh, god, I was mad at him for a while there) and comes around to being very cool. He's been supportive about all this.

So, today for the first time in ages I am not terribly busy at work, as you may have noticed by me actually writing. And I'm leaving early to take Bea to the vet. And it looks like I might actually have a fun weekend. I have a my-old-job Christmas party on Sunday. Talked with H&D about doing something. Need to do some shopping and some wrapping and maybe even some baking. Definitely some cleaning and laundry. Whoo! And less whoo! but totally fine, I promised to go car-shopping with H.

It is my last normal weekend with H. He leaves for Germany the next week, and when he gets back he'll be looking for an apartment and packing and moving. It's very fast, and I'm sad. I am.

I'll miss him very much, but it's a new life we're working on. It will work out. We will be happy. I will be happy. (I insist!)