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Not dead, just tired
The week has gotten away from me. Tomorrow is my official "sleeping in" day: the one day of the week when I don't set my alarm clock and usually sleep until the horrendously bourgeois hour of 9:30 or 10:00. Perhaps I shall make a real post then. :)
This week has been very nice, although not especially relaxing.
On Monday I saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curtana, and Arthur discovered that my employee card on a drawstring is a fun toy to play with. Had a lovely chat, as well as tea and sandwiches, and I got to watch my very first episode of "Blue's Clues," which was oddly hypnotic. Much better than most of the children's shows I've seen in the past few years, anyway.
Tuesday... God, I don't remember what I did. Oh, right. Cleaning. I puttered around the apartment and cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen, which took up most of my morning.
Wednesday was the dentist, where I got the "Nice teeth!" speech yet again. I love going to the dentist. Don't love getting the dentist bills. Yikes. He charged in thirty-five minutes what I make in an entire day (before taxes!). Gah.
Today was mind-blowingly crazy. The morning started out well, although I was a bit late for my writing jam withtoughlovemuse. We went to The Brick (ironically, it's in a building made almost entirely of glass) to get some lamps she'd ordered, and then spent the rest of the morning writing, chatting, and putting together the lamps (well, she did that and I watched). Fans of Crisse, des zombies! will be glad to know that I am getting back into the writing game, and hope to have the entire narrative finished within the next week to ten days. :)
Then work went all to hell. We had three thefts and by the end of the day close to 300 alarms (that's about 100 more than we usually get). Then the little Italian guy went home sick after spending less than two hours in the office (the day that boy stays for his entire shift will be the day hell freezes over), leaving only me and the other guy on shift to handle everything. On top of that, every single loony and difficult client and demanding person from affiliated companies decided to call in for stuff with which we couldn't really help them anyway, thus wasting our time. Madness.
So now I'm home, and my brain feels a bit like béchamel sauce. I believe I shall head to bed in order to remedy that.
This week has been very nice, although not especially relaxing.
On Monday I saw
curtana, and Arthur discovered that my employee card on a drawstring is a fun toy to play with. Had a lovely chat, as well as tea and sandwiches, and I got to watch my very first episode of "Blue's Clues," which was oddly hypnotic. Much better than most of the children's shows I've seen in the past few years, anyway.Tuesday... God, I don't remember what I did. Oh, right. Cleaning. I puttered around the apartment and cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen, which took up most of my morning.
Wednesday was the dentist, where I got the "Nice teeth!" speech yet again. I love going to the dentist. Don't love getting the dentist bills. Yikes. He charged in thirty-five minutes what I make in an entire day (before taxes!). Gah.
Today was mind-blowingly crazy. The morning started out well, although I was a bit late for my writing jam with
toughlovemuse. We went to The Brick (ironically, it's in a building made almost entirely of glass) to get some lamps she'd ordered, and then spent the rest of the morning writing, chatting, and putting together the lamps (well, she did that and I watched). Fans of Crisse, des zombies! will be glad to know that I am getting back into the writing game, and hope to have the entire narrative finished within the next week to ten days. :)Then work went all to hell. We had three thefts and by the end of the day close to 300 alarms (that's about 100 more than we usually get). Then the little Italian guy went home sick after spending less than two hours in the office (the day that boy stays for his entire shift will be the day hell freezes over), leaving only me and the other guy on shift to handle everything. On top of that, every single loony and difficult client and demanding person from affiliated companies decided to call in for stuff with which we couldn't really help them anyway, thus wasting our time. Madness.
So now I'm home, and my brain feels a bit like béchamel sauce. I believe I shall head to bed in order to remedy that.