spring break, bitches!

I think my boss has finally realized that everyone in the office is pretty darn burned out, so we're getting a "spring break" in the form of closing early. I'm totally happy about it, and really really pleased to not only leave early but also not have to deal with Friday traffic.

That said, half a day is not much of a spring break for all the fa-la-la accompanying it. I know, gift horse blah di blah, STFU. But, sorry, I had to bitch. My boss is way too self-congratulatory about it. Rubs me the wrong way.

I have my early day all planned out. I have to get cat food at Petco, a prescription and stuff from Target, and groceries! Whoo! When did I get so wild and crazy?!? I'm a rebel, I am. I might even be totally off the hook and get a small frappucino.

WHOO!

The cat food is a necessity. I ran out yesterday and fed them leftover Hill's prescriptives food. They are NOT happy about it. I mean, I get it, they always have the same food, and I know to be really careful about switching food on cats, but they are so super duper spoiled that they are taking this as some personal affront. Sammy, in particular, isn't even talking to me. :)

Ooh, boss in the office. Must look productive so he won't regret our little treat.

Thursday

Today I suggested hiring H to do the crazy client changes (that I nearly had a stroke over yesterday) so he's doing some freelance for us. My reasoning: I don't know how to do what they want, he seems to, he needs money, I need help 'cause I'm kind of snowed AND fried. Win win, right? Except that it was totally scary — I mean, the last person I had recommended was such a smashing success. And I had to say I didn't think I could do it, which is a lovely feeling and not at all embarrassing.

And it was awkward — at work, that is… hiring the husband I'm divorcing.

Initially I had had plans tonight to have drinks with a guy I used to work with. No, not like that. He's the stereotypical annoying little brother type, and a former smoking buddy and he's… nice (ish), but kind of a dick and I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. ANYWAY, we had plans. I don't know. He emailed, I'm nosy and I like to drink.

BUT... I was struggling on this fourth logo project at work, and I needed to work late, and it was Thursday, which meant traffic would be horrific, and it was raining, so it would be double triple horrific... so I asked to put it off a week. I felt bad, but... email, done.

And THEN, my very dear friend L called, heading to ATL with a layover today. Wanted to meet up and hang out at the airport, which sounded great and much fun — I love her and I miss her and I'd have loved to — except for the fact that it was literally undoable. We left it open in case I could... but, dude... I couldn't. And then I realized that I hadn't heard from her because I was supposed to have called, so not only could I not meet her, I'd also totally blown her off.

I realized that I had done this during my my hour-plus-long drive home (traffic! I still can't get over the bumper-to-bumper traffic even if I leave work at 7:00, which I did) in the pouring rain while I was talking on the phone with my dad. My brother-in-law's brain biopsy went well (It's not cancer, yay! they don't know what it is yet (still), but it's probably maybe treatable!) and my parents are pretty fried from taking over my nephews while my sister and BIL were gone (the biopsy was at MUSC in Charleston).

Then I talked to H and ended up meeting him, his mom and his sister for dinner. I picked them up at H's. First time I've seen my mother-in-law in a year and a half (against three week since I'd seen Eepie — I felt pretty rude since I really just wanted to cuddle my kitty but three weeks vs a year and a half and mother-in-law vs cat meant I couldn't) so AWKWARD. We headed out for sushi.

We did have a lovely dinner, and I taught H's mom to use chopsticks (apparently, there are no Japanese restaurants in Germany) and we drank. And... it was okay until she burst into tears about the divorce, and H and I not being together... ai. chihuahua.

And then she cried some more.

We left and they wanted to walk (I had driven) so I hugged them, and I left.

That was kind of rough.

I'm tired.

I am drinking more than maybe I should, but damn.

rainy monday

Sorry I've been all gone and shit. Too busy at work to write lately, and too unwilling to be on the computer at home.

I've had three logo projects in two weeks. Presentation tomorrow. Wish me luck. Brain mushy.

My sister was here this weekend, and I think I was transparently pitiful in gratitude to have a family member visit me instead of being nagged by family about when I'm coming home next. We had a good time. We're veeeeerrry different people, but we're more similar than I remembered.

And I had friends over, which was lovely. I wanted my sister to meet my friends and nice versa. Partially because I think my family is totally unable to picture what my life is like, and having my sister meet my friends seemed important. Plus everyone has been SO busy that I really wanted to see them and sometimes it's easier to yell "my house, Saturday, 7:30" than to go through the ten rounds of email it takes to pick a place and a time.

H came over and I think he had fun, even though It was a tad weird to have him over as a guest in a party-ish situation, but not bad at all.

Actually H is coming over tonight to fix my tv set-up, as both the new DVR and the Replay aren't hooked up correctly after the cable guy finally brought over the DVR Saturday. The set-up problem made me miss Grey's Anatomy last night, which sucked donkey balls. (H is also picking up my half of the tax work, and getting the futon back for his mom and sister's visit. They're arriving tomorrow, and I'm much more worried about seeing them than I was H's dad. H's dad is pretty unemotional, so I didn't feel as awkward around him as I think I will with his mom and sister. I have more of a relationship with them, and I kinda dread his mom being sad about the situation.)

Which, by the way... I FUCKING HATE COMCAST. Get this: Saturday was the THIRD appointment on which they've totally just stood me up. Seriously. I'm beginning to think that either A) they hate me, or B) they're too idiotic to run a business and are only IN business because of the monopoly nature of the cable business. Don't get me going... smoke will come out of my ears. They did reschedule AND ACTUALLY SHOWED after I had a hissyfit, but why, why do they always make me resort to a temper tantrum?? My redneck temper makes Baby Jesus cry.

Had my doctor's appointment today for a physical. They ran an EEG on me after both the doctor and nurse commented on how fast my heart was beating. My doctor said he said he didn't expect to find anything, but it would be a nice baseline for the future. So, question: were the two things related, or do other people get baseline EEGs at 35? And why didn't I ask the doctor? Oh, I know: because I wasn't supposed to have anything besides water from 9:00 pm last night to my appointment this morning and my brain wasn't functioning well enough to put anything together without caffeine for brain function.

Okay, gotta run. Kitties aren't gonna pet themselves.

I'm going to hell for this

Hee

More bitching and moaning

Oh, man, I am TIRED.

I've been working my ass off working on my house. Finished painting the office this weekend, and got moved into the also-newly-painted bedroom and the office. I actually feel like it was a major accomplishment, which is kinda sad, but it WAS. Those rooms were disgusting.

I spent so much time on my knees (dirty!) scrubbing the floor (oh, that dirty) that my knees are bruised. And my neck is hurting again.

I am turning into an old lady.

And it's kind of crushing that many of my brilliant ideas for those two rooms look like ass. Why do I have such a hard time with interior design? I know it's not the same as what I do, but some things should correspond: color, texture, composition, etc. But yuck.

It's a bit overwhelming, suddenly taking care of everything myself. And as soon as I get the house to a stopping point I have to get out in the yard because the weeds? are taunting me.

Oh! Guess what? I have a roommate possibility, actually: a friend of mine. We're thinking about it. I'm not going to say anything else as I don't want to jinx myself, but so far, yay!

And work! is so busy. I really thought that once my ARs got to press I'd be taking two-hour lunches and bailing at 5:30. But nooooo, we have new projects. I am getting so close to being burned out right now. I just asked for Friday off as my sister is coming to visit me. I hope that a) they'll let me (I'm late asking and we're busy), and b) I'll have work ahead of schedule so I can take Friday off.

Speaking of work, it ain't getting itself done, so I'm going. But, damn, I'm tired, I have cramps, it's Monday... I wish I could go home and take a long snooze on the couch.