Lean pickings
around here of late.
and not just on these pages.
anyone else found that, despite best efforts of diet and exercise, those crayzee meds that help to unlock doors to the outside world also lock pounds of lard to your body?
make your work suits pinch and pull?
find whole new ways to make you feel uncomfortable?
Plus i got my first ever written down bollocking in a work context. ever. "unacceptable behaviour," it said. It was over a communications breakdown, and is kind of fair enough. but. still.
last week I had to drop everything and go across the country to my in laws house. they had been burgled while on holiday. I wanted to put everything right side up before they got back so they never had to see, and have ingrained in memory, the result of strangers rummaging through their house.
being away from home for a week really put us back, not just in terms of the work project, but in preparation for our long awaited, much anticipated holiday in florida.
i managed to get P into preschool for an extra day today so I could catch up with work stuff (big presentation on wednesday) and pre holiday stuff. but all i seem to be able to do is sit and work about what's going on at the office while i'm not there. i know my boss really wanted me to be physically present today, but it was next to impossible.
the only thing i've accomplished this morning is filling out P's school admission form for next september. i'm supposed to put a few choices, but there's only one school within walking distance that i'd be happy with. so i only out one. We hear such horror stories about kids not getting into first choice schools. i hope i've done the right thing.
can't seem to get any enthusiasm for anything today. everything seems really laboured. I slept way too much at the weekend. that's never a good sign. i must remember to collect my extra meds before we leave the country.
Monday, December 03, 2007
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
About Me
- Name: dodo
- Location: London, United Kingdom
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
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2 Comments:
Sorry to hear too much to do and too little time. Hope the house was sorted for inlaws - horrible thing to happen and hope they didn't get too much of senstimental value.
Have put a little Xmas something in the post to P today - it is edible so you can decide if it should be taken stateside or not.
Have good trip
ouchie on the written ness. surely that's missing a step, no?
what were you supposed to do, get a train to london to give him an in person sob story and be released? humph.
it may be time to form the sort of company that we'd like to work from - remotely, mentally, in person... humph to all who would stand in our way
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