Mid-week review with projections
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verbicideI am so damn stressed out this week. I think between endless meetings and constant number-crunching, I am losing my mind.
Monday
I met with a financial adviser at Waddell & Reed. More details on this in a later post. But I've decided against her services and think I really just need to meet with a CPA (or call my accountant-uncle) because that will get me the answers I need. I also went looking at more homes, but haven't found the right place. Judy and I were supposed to have her birthday dinner, but she was sick so I took her flowers and we chatted for an hour before I met Allison in Fremont.
Tuesday
I had my last French lesson (for 3-weeks) because my instructor is going on a trip to Paris and I need to remember to sit and do some studying on my own. But at least that's one less time commitment for awhile. And then I met with a different mortgage broker that Allison recommended. I really liked Derek and think he's a better fit than Rochelle. I'm just waiting for some good faith estimates and then I'll write Rochelle a polite goodbye letter. Then I took a crate of Sarah's stuff to her place and stepped in to hang out for a little bit and see how her new place is shaping up. As an added bonus, her adorable sister Emily was there, and it's always great to see her.
Also, I kept thinking yesterday was Thursday and it kept stubbornly refusing to be anything other than Tuesday.
Wednesday
I canceled my training with Alexis for both tonight and in general for now, because I don't think I'm getting anything out of it at this point. I show up, I go through the motions because she's standing over my head, but because I'm not doing anything else, it's not as useful. I just want to take a break, get my shit better organized, and then start again. We have another 5-6 sessions left, so I'm well-motivated to not let this go forever. But it'll have to be not-Wednesday night. Because Jeff The Magnificent is going to become Jeff The Dolphin and be my swimming buddy. He's going to take some refresher lessons and then there will be much buoyant-fun. And that's on Wednesday nights, so Alexis will need to eventually be another night.
Thursday
Largely uneventful outside of work. But I'm trying to coax Sarah to come over for dinner/Survivor.
Friday
Sarah's birthday!!! And there will be dinner at Firefly and then Serenity! Which = yay! And there will be other birthday-related fun! *gleeful*
Also on Friday, I need to step into a cocktail party my boss is giving.
Saturday
I just can't wait for Saturday night. My place will be clean, because Maribel. And I'm going to finally go grocery shopping. And I'll be able to just sit still in a state of relative calm. Nothing is planned and I am very excited. There will be a great deal of snogging-Hobbsie. I have a pile of ignored Netflix'd dvds (Les Triplettes de Belleville, Being Julia, and The Sea Inside). And, goddammit, I'm going to do a format/reinstall on my primary PC which has been crankier than is even remotely tolerable.
Sunday
A whirlwind trip to Portland is planned. I owe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dtaylor a visit! And will dart into Powell's before racing back to crash before another crazy work-week. Another, longer trip to Portland is in the works for very, very soon.
I wish there was time to go see A History of Violence because goddammit, I really want to see it.
Currently, my flat is pathetic. It's badly cluttered and dishes need to be washed, laundry needs to be put away. Every single room is a disaster. And I don't function as well when my flat is this messy. Also, no groceries to be found. Bad, dying things remain in the fridge.
Sarah has offered to come get the rest of her stuff sooner rather than later, and I'm grateful because I've been using it as an excuse to not straighten up. Arguably, because once everything is out, I can reclaim my hall closet and sewing table-top. But really, Sarah's stuff isn't what's keeping me from cleaning, say, my kitchen or bathroom.
Aaaaaaaaand I'm going to bolt out of work a bit early tonight and go pick up Sarah's present. Which I'm absurdly excited about considering how small and mundane it is. I also have her card, and I feel very On Top Of Things for this, finally. Though my late start lost us tickets at 7:30PM. And I have to do that other Thing.
I'm also excited that tonight I can just go home, eat cold pizza, and watch Lost while Veronica Mars records, and then watch Veronica Mars and have a nice, relaxing evening.
And... actually, so it's all better now, because I think I've just taken care of all the various things that have been stressing me out and the rest of this week should be less painful. I just have to pick up kitty litter and I think, yes, some chocolate to deal with PMS, and I'll be set for the evening.
Monday
I met with a financial adviser at Waddell & Reed. More details on this in a later post. But I've decided against her services and think I really just need to meet with a CPA (or call my accountant-uncle) because that will get me the answers I need. I also went looking at more homes, but haven't found the right place. Judy and I were supposed to have her birthday dinner, but she was sick so I took her flowers and we chatted for an hour before I met Allison in Fremont.
Tuesday
I had my last French lesson (for 3-weeks) because my instructor is going on a trip to Paris and I need to remember to sit and do some studying on my own. But at least that's one less time commitment for awhile. And then I met with a different mortgage broker that Allison recommended. I really liked Derek and think he's a better fit than Rochelle. I'm just waiting for some good faith estimates and then I'll write Rochelle a polite goodbye letter. Then I took a crate of Sarah's stuff to her place and stepped in to hang out for a little bit and see how her new place is shaping up. As an added bonus, her adorable sister Emily was there, and it's always great to see her.
Also, I kept thinking yesterday was Thursday and it kept stubbornly refusing to be anything other than Tuesday.
Wednesday
I canceled my training with Alexis for both tonight and in general for now, because I don't think I'm getting anything out of it at this point. I show up, I go through the motions because she's standing over my head, but because I'm not doing anything else, it's not as useful. I just want to take a break, get my shit better organized, and then start again. We have another 5-6 sessions left, so I'm well-motivated to not let this go forever. But it'll have to be not-Wednesday night. Because Jeff The Magnificent is going to become Jeff The Dolphin and be my swimming buddy. He's going to take some refresher lessons and then there will be much buoyant-fun. And that's on Wednesday nights, so Alexis will need to eventually be another night.
Thursday
Largely uneventful outside of work. But I'm trying to coax Sarah to come over for dinner/Survivor.
Friday
Sarah's birthday!!! And there will be dinner at Firefly and then Serenity! Which = yay! And there will be other birthday-related fun! *gleeful*
Also on Friday, I need to step into a cocktail party my boss is giving.
Saturday
I just can't wait for Saturday night. My place will be clean, because Maribel. And I'm going to finally go grocery shopping. And I'll be able to just sit still in a state of relative calm. Nothing is planned and I am very excited. There will be a great deal of snogging-Hobbsie. I have a pile of ignored Netflix'd dvds (Les Triplettes de Belleville, Being Julia, and The Sea Inside). And, goddammit, I'm going to do a format/reinstall on my primary PC which has been crankier than is even remotely tolerable.
Sunday
A whirlwind trip to Portland is planned. I owe
dtaylor a visit! And will dart into Powell's before racing back to crash before another crazy work-week. Another, longer trip to Portland is in the works for very, very soon.I wish there was time to go see A History of Violence because goddammit, I really want to see it.
Currently, my flat is pathetic. It's badly cluttered and dishes need to be washed, laundry needs to be put away. Every single room is a disaster. And I don't function as well when my flat is this messy. Also, no groceries to be found. Bad, dying things remain in the fridge.
Sarah has offered to come get the rest of her stuff sooner rather than later, and I'm grateful because I've been using it as an excuse to not straighten up. Arguably, because once everything is out, I can reclaim my hall closet and sewing table-top. But really, Sarah's stuff isn't what's keeping me from cleaning, say, my kitchen or bathroom.
Aaaaaaaaand I'm going to bolt out of work a bit early tonight and go pick up Sarah's present. Which I'm absurdly excited about considering how small and mundane it is. I also have her card, and I feel very On Top Of Things for this, finally. Though my late start lost us tickets at 7:30PM. And I have to do that other Thing.
I'm also excited that tonight I can just go home, eat cold pizza, and watch Lost while Veronica Mars records, and then watch Veronica Mars and have a nice, relaxing evening.
And... actually, so it's all better now, because I think I've just taken care of all the various things that have been stressing me out and the rest of this week should be less painful. I just have to pick up kitty litter and I think, yes, some chocolate to deal with PMS, and I'll be set for the evening.
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Date: 2005-09-29 08:46 pm (UTC)*suspiscious* This isn't just an excuse to go to Powell's, is it? 'Cause I can smack you in the shin with my cane.
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Date: 2005-09-29 10:32 pm (UTC)And this trip is all about youuu, babycakes. I've got to come back with the intention of spending an entire day at Powell's one of these days.
*hops off loudly humming Sanford & Son theme*