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Slightly more productive
I decided to do some of my dishes today. They've been hanging around in my sink long enough, thank you very much. That's one less thing that I'll have to do tomorrow, and given the amount of housework I have to do, that's no small deal.
So tomorrow there will be laundry and de-cluttering. When I get back from Halifax, if I still have any money left I think I'll head out to IKEA to get some bookshelves and a TV stand, and take a look at the desks they have to see if any suit my needs.
Today I am attempting to be more zen about the whole work thing. It's not working very well, but I'm trying. I can't be responsible for other people's behaviour, even when it affects me in a negative way. So I will NOT use my supervisor as a piñata, no matter how unfair his decision was. The coworker who rolled her eyes at me actually apologized afterward for staying so long on the phone, and given that she is usually super super good at her job and generally helps me when I ask, I'm chalking this up to an aberration, especially since her daughter is having a hard time.
Work is eating my brain. Even though there hasn't been that much overtime of late... oh, wait, scratch that, there was plenty of overtime last week. Anyway, it just feels as though I'm running on empty all the time. I keep trying to keep track of my life, trying to write things down, and even that doesn't help. I keep forgetting to do things, or else I get the weird impression that I've somehow done things even though I haven't. Keeping in touch with people is especially bad. I read an email and think of a reply, and somehow my brain translates that into my having typed a reply and hit "send," even though that's not the case.
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As I suspected, I made myself unpopular with my declaration that I don't like Twitter. Oh well. Can't win all the popularity contests, I guess. (The above paragraph should explain why I will never ever be on Twitter. Can you imagine what that would do to my already-wrecked attention span? :P)
Anyway, for the record: "I hate Twitter" != "I hate my friends who use Twitter."
If you like Twitter, use it regularly, and want to upload it to LJ at the end of the day, then that's fine by me. I would rather have a post, but if that's all you can manage these days for whatever reason (life, family, connection problems, whatever), then I'll take it. I like keeping in touch with my friends. And, honestly, you very obviously don't need my blessing to carry on as you see fit with your technological communication devices. If I don't like something then I can suck it up and deal. ;)
So tomorrow there will be laundry and de-cluttering. When I get back from Halifax, if I still have any money left I think I'll head out to IKEA to get some bookshelves and a TV stand, and take a look at the desks they have to see if any suit my needs.
Today I am attempting to be more zen about the whole work thing. It's not working very well, but I'm trying. I can't be responsible for other people's behaviour, even when it affects me in a negative way. So I will NOT use my supervisor as a piñata, no matter how unfair his decision was. The coworker who rolled her eyes at me actually apologized afterward for staying so long on the phone, and given that she is usually super super good at her job and generally helps me when I ask, I'm chalking this up to an aberration, especially since her daughter is having a hard time.
Work is eating my brain. Even though there hasn't been that much overtime of late... oh, wait, scratch that, there was plenty of overtime last week. Anyway, it just feels as though I'm running on empty all the time. I keep trying to keep track of my life, trying to write things down, and even that doesn't help. I keep forgetting to do things, or else I get the weird impression that I've somehow done things even though I haven't. Keeping in touch with people is especially bad. I read an email and think of a reply, and somehow my brain translates that into my having typed a reply and hit "send," even though that's not the case.
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As I suspected, I made myself unpopular with my declaration that I don't like Twitter. Oh well. Can't win all the popularity contests, I guess. (The above paragraph should explain why I will never ever be on Twitter. Can you imagine what that would do to my already-wrecked attention span? :P)
Anyway, for the record: "I hate Twitter" != "I hate my friends who use Twitter."
If you like Twitter, use it regularly, and want to upload it to LJ at the end of the day, then that's fine by me. I would rather have a post, but if that's all you can manage these days for whatever reason (life, family, connection problems, whatever), then I'll take it. I like keeping in touch with my friends. And, honestly, you very obviously don't need my blessing to carry on as you see fit with your technological communication devices. If I don't like something then I can suck it up and deal. ;)
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Also, yes, absolutely, a knitting/writing jam is an awesome idea. We shall plot.
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I look forward to the plotting. If you and