sooooo. tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired.
Feb. 23rd, 2006 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideIt's been a really busy week. Work makes the days whizzz by at light-speed. Having Monday off was beyond delightful, though I never seem to get done all that I want to. I'd hoped to paint the entire dining room trim as the table is coming this Saturday, but ultimately I was driving myself crazy, so I made myself calm down and set a much smaller goal--to just tape it off entirely. And with that task accomplished, I found Tuesday morning to be less hideous than it would have been.
I'd meant to paint some earlier this week, but I didn't. I got home late from French on Tuesday and was tired. I got home late Wednesday, sore from weight-lifting, and switched the work laptop on again to chip away at a stack of never-ending projects, stopping around 11:30 to go to bed. Today went by so fast... it was so damn busy. This one person I need help from took today and tomorrow off, so I can't meet a Friday deadline. And I feel like there's no chance of getting on top of my pile of work, instead it's a race to beat each new deadline. And of course deadlines keep changing, and new projects bustle their way into the queue.
Sarah came over for dinner (mmm, Gorditos) and we watched Good Eats (Beef. It's what's for dinner. If you have 12 hours to kill.) and Survivor (spoilers below). Then Sarah left and I thought that it would be lovely to spend the rest of the evening on the couch, but I wrenched myself up and did a coat of primer. Why is painting so exhausting?
Tomorrow, I just need to finish off the final two coats and do any touch-ups to the wall color. Tomorrow is also when I hear from the furniture delivery company what time they're coming on Saturday. Or rather, the two-hour window in which they will arrive. I'm really hoping it's not going to be during Stitch 'n Bitch. Who am I kidding, of course it will be.
Tomorrow I also need to suck it up and wend my way out to a LabCorp facility to submit a drug test. Maybe I should be up in arms about my civil rights, but the biggest complaint I have is that I have to go out of my way to the stupid lab. I've been putting it off, as work has been so freaking busy and the labs close at fucking-5pm, but the lady from corporate called to nudge me about it two days ago and I swore I'd do it yesterday, and HELLO MY EMPLOYMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THIS so I need to stop dithering. Tomorrow morning. Will do. Must do. Before work, even.
In further annoyance, the drywall guy's ditzy secretary called to say she'd forgotten he has a dentist appt on Monday, so he can't come until Wednesday, which means I need to take two chunks of time off work. Seeeeeeethe.
And dear GOD I need a haircut. So badly. So. Very. Badly. And it's been so busy, that I never get a chance to call Mode and just make a freaking appt, and half of it is because I don't think I'm ever going to have time again to schedule a haircut. I can't schedule anything for Saturday until I know what time they're delivering the table anyway.
This year's going to go by as fast as 2005, isn't it? I mean, the clock just reset, and here it is--practically March.
Shane kept his psychotic behavior to a low, bitchy grumble. My GOD Courtney is useless. As is that other chick. I continue to loathe Casaya (except for Bruce, and Aras is growing on me, despite that weird energy-ritual thing in the beginning) and root for La Mina. And in each race, they've been so frickin close, but La Mina keeps losing, dammit. BOO!
Austin: Dude, yes Terry is awesome, but just because he's away for the day shouldn't mean everything disintegrates.
Bob: You are gross and lazy. Go away.
Shane: I still hate you.
I was really glad Sally made it through this vote. She does an amazing job, is a stronger player than Ruthie (who I liked, and got points for a gracious exit-interview), and while it must have SUCKED for Dan to feel like his promise meant nothing, I'm glad the others out-voted him to keep Sally around. She is awesome. And it was really nice not to see anyone bitch Dan out for his slip which ultimately cost them immunity, down to Austin taking his share of the blame for pouring too slowly. Dan was clearly doing his best and it could have happened to anyone.
I can't fucking believe Terry found that idol. It's going to serve him well when his group turns on him during that first individual immunity loss. Though I have no idea where or how he's going to hide a shrunken head on his person for the length of the game.
It makes me sad that I've been too busy to read Miss Alli's snarky fun. Will remedy this weekend.
I'd meant to paint some earlier this week, but I didn't. I got home late from French on Tuesday and was tired. I got home late Wednesday, sore from weight-lifting, and switched the work laptop on again to chip away at a stack of never-ending projects, stopping around 11:30 to go to bed. Today went by so fast... it was so damn busy. This one person I need help from took today and tomorrow off, so I can't meet a Friday deadline. And I feel like there's no chance of getting on top of my pile of work, instead it's a race to beat each new deadline. And of course deadlines keep changing, and new projects bustle their way into the queue.
Sarah came over for dinner (mmm, Gorditos) and we watched Good Eats (Beef. It's what's for dinner. If you have 12 hours to kill.) and Survivor (spoilers below). Then Sarah left and I thought that it would be lovely to spend the rest of the evening on the couch, but I wrenched myself up and did a coat of primer. Why is painting so exhausting?
Tomorrow, I just need to finish off the final two coats and do any touch-ups to the wall color. Tomorrow is also when I hear from the furniture delivery company what time they're coming on Saturday. Or rather, the two-hour window in which they will arrive. I'm really hoping it's not going to be during Stitch 'n Bitch. Who am I kidding, of course it will be.
Tomorrow I also need to suck it up and wend my way out to a LabCorp facility to submit a drug test. Maybe I should be up in arms about my civil rights, but the biggest complaint I have is that I have to go out of my way to the stupid lab. I've been putting it off, as work has been so freaking busy and the labs close at fucking-5pm, but the lady from corporate called to nudge me about it two days ago and I swore I'd do it yesterday, and HELLO MY EMPLOYMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THIS so I need to stop dithering. Tomorrow morning. Will do. Must do. Before work, even.
In further annoyance, the drywall guy's ditzy secretary called to say she'd forgotten he has a dentist appt on Monday, so he can't come until Wednesday, which means I need to take two chunks of time off work. Seeeeeeethe.
And dear GOD I need a haircut. So badly. So. Very. Badly. And it's been so busy, that I never get a chance to call Mode and just make a freaking appt, and half of it is because I don't think I'm ever going to have time again to schedule a haircut. I can't schedule anything for Saturday until I know what time they're delivering the table anyway.
This year's going to go by as fast as 2005, isn't it? I mean, the clock just reset, and here it is--practically March.
Shane kept his psychotic behavior to a low, bitchy grumble. My GOD Courtney is useless. As is that other chick. I continue to loathe Casaya (except for Bruce, and Aras is growing on me, despite that weird energy-ritual thing in the beginning) and root for La Mina. And in each race, they've been so frickin close, but La Mina keeps losing, dammit. BOO!
Austin: Dude, yes Terry is awesome, but just because he's away for the day shouldn't mean everything disintegrates.
Bob: You are gross and lazy. Go away.
Shane: I still hate you.
I was really glad Sally made it through this vote. She does an amazing job, is a stronger player than Ruthie (who I liked, and got points for a gracious exit-interview), and while it must have SUCKED for Dan to feel like his promise meant nothing, I'm glad the others out-voted him to keep Sally around. She is awesome. And it was really nice not to see anyone bitch Dan out for his slip which ultimately cost them immunity, down to Austin taking his share of the blame for pouring too slowly. Dan was clearly doing his best and it could have happened to anyone.
I can't fucking believe Terry found that idol. It's going to serve him well when his group turns on him during that first individual immunity loss. Though I have no idea where or how he's going to hide a shrunken head on his person for the length of the game.
It makes me sad that I've been too busy to read Miss Alli's snarky fun. Will remedy this weekend.
