Oh mah holy hell, y’all. Thank gawd this week is almost over. Between endless meetings (I’ve been in my office a total of 90 minutes in the past three days) and sleep interrupted by dreams of spreadsheets, I’m beat.

I know I complain, but I really do enjoy my work. The people, for the most part, are fun to be around, they laugh at my jokes (the way to get into my good graces {wink}), and are working just as hard as I am. It makes for a great team and days that, while long and exhausting, fly by. It’s not until I’m packing up to head “home” that I realize I’ve been going for 15 or 16 hours.

I wish I could tell you more about what I do and where I am, but…y’know…then I’d have to kill you. And neither of us would like that much.

So…annyyyyywayyyyyy.

*****lalalalala*****

In the randomness of non-work stuff in my mind lately – I decided to complain about other shit. Like…

• Shrink wrap. I mean, really. Why is it necessary to shrink wrap stuff without providing some way of removing said plastic without a sharp object?
• Unshoveled sidewalks. I wear snow boots. I can walk through snow up to my shins. But after all of the train passengers have walked on the uncleared pavement, it’s less like walking through snow and more like walking on shifting boulders.
• Pens that go missing. I just get used to writing with a certain pen and then wham! it’s gone. Why is it that the one I pick up to replace it never, EVER, writes as nice as the one I lost?
• Cold feet. When my feet are cold, it’s all I think about.
• Having to switch glasses to read. Yes, I’ve tried bifocals. No, they don’t help. I need trifocals, but I don’t want the size lenses that I would need to have them. Yes, I am vain, thankyouverymuch.

Okay, I feel better now. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.

*****lalalalala*****

Oh, wait. Why are there not more:

• Hugs.
• Tootsie Rolls.
• Meeting cancellation notices.
• Naps.
• Handwritten letters from far-away friends.

???

Just asking.

*****lalalalala*****

Mr. Hot and Shortman texted back and forth today:

Woo Hoo! Campus is closed!
Great! I’ll come pick you up and you can help me shovel.
Woo Hoo! They just re-opened campus!

*****lalalalala*****

Finding a package from Alice.com on my doorstep ranks right up there with total awesomeness at the end of a long day. It’s so much easier than lugging home laundry detergent.

—- I think I’ve proven that I need to get to bed now. —-

Updates in bullet form:

• I have gas. Cooking gas. In the apartment. I can now officially make my own meals. The problem is that I have meetings until 7 p.m. every night this week, and I’m far too tired to actually make anything.
• On the other hand, I should lose weight, right?
• I have internet access via a wireless air card. So I can post and read and watch videos. Again, though – no energy to do either.
• There’s a grocery store on the corner! BUT! Stopping in would have meant not getting “home” until 8:30 tonight. So I stole a roll of toilet paper from the office – it was the one must have that I couldn’t do without.
• Tomorrow my first meeting is at 7:30 a.m. and the last ends at 7 p.m. Which means I may as well plan on tomorrow night being just.like.tonight.

—- Someday, I’ll be able to write something worthwhile again. —-

Today I:

• Got up at 4 am to get to work.
• Walked to the office with icy snow blowing sideways into my face.
• Went to meetings and meetings and meetings and…yea. More meetings.
• Ate two really spicy chicken tacos for lunch.
• Fielded calls from relocation people and mortgage banks that want my business.
• Wrote 17,386 emails – none of them personal.
• Changed the desktop background on my laptop.
• Answered a phone call from Shortman telling me he didn’t know where my good pen is.
• Missed the first 40 minutes of House.
• Watched the last 20 minutes anyway.
• Drank only coffee, tea and water.
• Read and commented on a couple of blogs…
• Checked out a link Mr. Hot sent me of a really nice townhouse in Chicago.
• Walked to the hotel in the same icy, sideways snow.
• At 7:30 p.m.
• Called Mr. Hot to say goodnight.

Today I did not:

• Eat dinner.
• Answer personal emails.
• Write anything compelling.

—- This week is going to be another one where I ponder the “Work/Life Balance” question. —-

Just some stuff.

• Work this week ended at 10:30 p.m. on Friday with the release of our contract draft.
• It’s all football, all the time, at my house this weekend. Both kinds. But Aussie Rules. However, if we actually got the AFL, we’d be watching.
• Oh, and basketball. Let’s not forget basketball.
• Spent this morning taking the dog for his walk through the woods. Now he’s asleep on the back of the couch and my ass hurts from walking up and down the hills in crunchy snow up.
• Mr. Hot mentioned Pamplona – where they run with the bulls. Then he mentioned something about Tomato Tossing. And I had to look it up. And it really exists. What’s weirder? That it exists or that my husband knew about it?
• I spend an awful lot of time lately browsing Ravelry and drooling over the photos of yarns.
• I see I completely missed DeLurker day, what with my being buried under exhibits 6, 6-A, 6-B, 13, 12, 17-A and 17-B, and the ever popular 4-C. Also, 3A through G about killed me. If you’re a lurker here, will you click comments and say Hi?

  

• My o key still refuses to work unless I really pund n it. Now my period (the punctuation mark, nt the other one) is acting wnky, to. I think there’s ptato chip crumbs in my keybard.
• I started my annual “This year’s taxes” folder today. I hate tax time. This year, I’m hiring an accountant – what with the severance pay and the self-employment-bit and the new job – I’m far too scared to actually go it on my own.
• I’m going to go knit now.

—- I think I just won the award for the lamest Saturday post ever. —-

The day in Chicasnow included:

1 car splashing slush all over my pantleg on the way to work this morning.
2 people falling on their asses in the middle of the slick street.
3 meetings where people shook their heads sadly when I mentioned I was trying to fly home tonight.
2 flights cancelled before mine.
40 minute 1 hour delay of my flight. So far.
8 to 14 inches of disgusting white stuff.

—- 7,268 people waiting in O’Horror with me. —-