It's not all bad, not even close.
Is the third time a charm? I've written this post twice now, and twice my laptop has crashed thoroughly and most suddenly just as I was wrapping things up. If I can't get through it this time, I quit.
I was up at 4am with a stomach ache. Still not feeling right. So I'm tired from lack of sleep and a sad lack of coffee.
Not a terrible day though, not even with feeling queasy and my laptop throwing a hissy.
We had freezing fog today, which I always love! Jack Frost covers everything outside in tiny crystal spikes. It's very Winter Fantasy-land.
I also had lunch with two very handsome men this afternoon. Dave was out-n-about for a morning physical therapy appointment for his new bionic shoulder, so he and Craig made lunch plans at our favorite Thai restaurant. I played it safe with just a bowl of hot-sour soup, not wanting to provide too much ammunition to the demon currently raging in my stomach, but the soup was yummy and the company delightful.
Work is interesting. As far as I know, I'm still "temping" at the front desk, but they're hiring a temp to cover the phones for me next week so I can go to the company meeting. That makes me giggle. No end in sight yet either. I asked today, and got a wince in reply. Heh. It all makes a girl wonder. I don't mind though. Right now I've been able to save up some good spending money for Ireland, and that makes it all worth it. Given that I was originally told "until the end of February" and I'm now being winced at and invited to company meetings, I'm going to absolutely have to make myself work on documentation for a set number of hours every week in addition to covering phones here. The plan to catch up after I'm off desk duty no longer seems at all feasible. It's going to be a lot of work, but I really need to get these manuals caught up to a reasonable point. I'll just keep my mind on Ireland and not having to watch my every penny so closely when we're over there.
But for tonight, I think I'm going to go home and put on my jammies, heat up some chicken soup and just veg until bedtime. My head demons are starting to compete with the ones in my stomach for attention. ...Listen up, demons! I'm NOT getting sick. I refuse.
I was up at 4am with a stomach ache. Still not feeling right. So I'm tired from lack of sleep and a sad lack of coffee.
Not a terrible day though, not even with feeling queasy and my laptop throwing a hissy.
We had freezing fog today, which I always love! Jack Frost covers everything outside in tiny crystal spikes. It's very Winter Fantasy-land.
I also had lunch with two very handsome men this afternoon. Dave was out-n-about for a morning physical therapy appointment for his new bionic shoulder, so he and Craig made lunch plans at our favorite Thai restaurant. I played it safe with just a bowl of hot-sour soup, not wanting to provide too much ammunition to the demon currently raging in my stomach, but the soup was yummy and the company delightful.
Work is interesting. As far as I know, I'm still "temping" at the front desk, but they're hiring a temp to cover the phones for me next week so I can go to the company meeting. That makes me giggle. No end in sight yet either. I asked today, and got a wince in reply. Heh. It all makes a girl wonder. I don't mind though. Right now I've been able to save up some good spending money for Ireland, and that makes it all worth it. Given that I was originally told "until the end of February" and I'm now being winced at and invited to company meetings, I'm going to absolutely have to make myself work on documentation for a set number of hours every week in addition to covering phones here. The plan to catch up after I'm off desk duty no longer seems at all feasible. It's going to be a lot of work, but I really need to get these manuals caught up to a reasonable point. I'll just keep my mind on Ireland and not having to watch my every penny so closely when we're over there.
But for tonight, I think I'm going to go home and put on my jammies, heat up some chicken soup and just veg until bedtime. My head demons are starting to compete with the ones in my stomach for attention. ...Listen up, demons! I'm NOT getting sick. I refuse.
