Just bitchin'

Okay, so, I want to bitch about work.

I just made a big production of how I'm afraid of being dooced and how I delete all my bitching so it won't get me in trouble. So either I try to be more circumspect or I just come back and delete the post later.

ANYWAY.

Long story short, [edited 8/2: BLAH BLAH BLAH. BLAH BLAH. BLAH BLAH BLAH.]

Okay, trying to not be annoyed. Deep breaths.

I'll write about my weekend when I come back to delete this post. Later.

[8/2: Yes, I pussed out. Later.]

Got no title

Went to dinner last night with friends, and managed to make an ass of myself in making a friend's problems all about meeeeee. I suck. Also in trying to explain my boy situation I said that I hadn't been in a relationship for a while, which, heh, the minute THAT came out got a smackdown with a "except your marriage?" — which, of course, was a "Stupid? Party of One" moment. I meant a new relationship, but when you're technically married AND dating someone sounds pretty damn stupid.

Other teeny bits of topics:

Enjoyed Project Runway last night, but am bewildered by the fact that Angela is still around. Seriously??

Arlis the Lawn Guy ROCKS. Came home yesterday to a fabulous looking yard. Even got all the crap off the driveway and patio. Arlis the Lawn Guy, marry me.

Class tonight. Am over it.

Have eaten lots of bad bad food for days. Must start back with good eating program. Maybe just regard this week as an aberration so as not to beat myself up.

Should start using pronouns again as... (ahem) I am starting to sound like Bridget Jones. Dear god.

I have a conference call in ten minutes so I'm gonna run. Later.

monday monday

Much better now, thank-you. :)

I've been sick, which I realized Friday morning. Amazing how I can just ignore feeling like shit until suddenly I realize with surprise, hey, I think I'm sick. Went to the doctor Friday and am now on antibiotics for a bladder infection, and, um, an ear infection. Odd combo, eh? I think the ear infection is from the beach, actually. But I'm slowly feeling better. Went to bed last night at 9:30, which actually did wonders this morning. Sleep: don't underestimate it!

Got here at work early (well, on time, which is pretty much the same thing) as my boss wanted to rush something out, but apparently he forgot as he didn't actually have ready what he was supposed to have ready. Worked out fine, though, as I got the reply cards printed for J&G's wedding. Finished the invites this weekend (big fucking WHOO!) so once I crop out the reply cards tonight and get in the mail I'm all done. YAY!

Met with the divorce lawyer Saturday, so now that's underway. Fee seems totally reasonable, but even so paying half upfront was a bit painful. But I'm happy that I've gotten started.

I tried to mow my grass this weekend but my shitty electric mower literally couldn't get through it. I must have looked pitiful as my neighbor came over to ask if I wanted the number of her lawn guy. I definitely did, so Arlis the lawn guy is coming in the morning. Wish I didn't have to spend that money on something I (theoretically) could do myself, but at this point I'm just happy to get rid of my raging case of ghetto lawn.

Hung out Friday with G. Went to our friend's pad in a Midtown high-rise and hung out on her balcony, which totally felt like I was out of town. You're never up high in Atlanta, or at least I'm never up high in Atlanta. Was lots of fun, except I felt like shit. Literally had to lay down for a minute or two at one point, even though I (unsuccessfully) tried to play it off.

Edit on 7/27/06: Just came in and took out some bitching I'd written. Doing that more and more: I get all honest and overshare here on Ye Olde Blogge, and then think through what I've written and decide it could get me Dooced. So, really, checking here more frequently might get a more honest picture, all three of you.

Invites, podcasts, sutures, work and class

Just got my latest set of stitches removed. Whoo! Of course, I waited half an hour for a one-minute procedure, but it could have been worse and I'm grateful it wasn't.

Class tonight, for which I am again unprepared as I apparently can't form coherent thoughts long enough to actually prepare a lecture. I think I'm too big a spaz to actually teach, at least in any organized manner. It doesn't help that my anticipated lazy summer has been anything but. In any case, I'm getting to the point where I remembered why I gave up teaching to begin with, and it will take at least a year or so to forget again and want to do it. Must put reasons in writing this time. :)

Back to work. Have a very difficult project I'm working on, and it's got me pretty stumped, which is scary. The good part of finally having experience (almost ten years as a working designer!) under my belt that these scary-don't-know-what-to-do moments don't happen as often. Doesn't help much, though, when you're in one.

Still comping invites, which need to really push through now. I got a bit of a reprive when my future SIL was herself a bit behind in addressing envelopes, but I'm burning through my extra time fast. (G&J: you guys better let me know if the envelopes are done and you're waiting on me. Won't make y'all late even if I have to pull an all-nighter to finish.)

Can't procrastinate further on the difficult work project. Think I need to get out my sketchpad. Oh, I can listen to Tim's podcast about last night's Project Runway while I'm working. Fabulous!

Back from the beach

I am so tired, but I had a fabulous time.



(I took down the pics of my nephews. Decided maybe I shouldn't post them as they're not MY kids. Also, want to bitch a bit in my next entry and felt that that was not a good idea juxtaposed to such adorableness.)

It was a blast.

I need to rest now.