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. ;)

Seed Exchange!

I'm going to the seed exchange on Sunday with ai731! Whee!

The problem is that I have WAY more garden ideas than I actually have room in the garden. Uh, oops?

Part of me is squeeing and declaring "I want lettuce and carrots and tomatoes and peppers and onions and ooh! maybe I should try broccoli again, and what about chives and leeks and potatoes and of course I'll need several varieties of squash and zucchini and I wonder if cucumbers can grow in this climate and..."

The other part of me is trying desperately to put on the brakes: "Uh, yeah. Where exactly were you planning to plant all that?"

Eesh.

Admire my restraint!

The supervisor I want to use as a pinata just told me to smile.

I did not kill him. I was reasonably civilized in my response. I did not give him a lecture on how he is an ass who is not entitled to a smile or anything else from me.

I also refrained from hitting him when he said: "I was just trying to be polite!" as though I was some kind of shrieking harpy.

I did not tell him that ordering me to smile as though I somehow owe him my goodwill is not polite, but condescending and chauvinistic.

On the whole, I think I did pretty well.

I hope my book on gardening gets here soon...

It occurs to me that I have next to no idea how to start all my (soon-to-come) seeds in the nifty containers I just got.

Egads.

I expect I shall have to get some potting soil or something this weekends as well, since I highly doubt they'll grow on their own. Anyone know what kind of soil I should be getting for this? fearsclave? ai731? Anyone? Bueller?

Eep!

I wish I didn't feel so ignorant. At the very least I will learn from the experience.