December 11th, 2009



What a big birthday weekend for wonderful people! Happy birthday and early birthday to jesshartley, csecooney, quiet_elegance, nayad, tammy212, angelmcc, and tithenai!

This whole week has consisted of me pulling 12-15 hours of solid unrelenting activity per day, which I don't handle well. Add in the gluten, and I am beat. Thankfully I have a few hours to rest after work today, and next week will set the pace for my new normal - no hours of stuff directly after work, no not getting home til 10pm.

Link Soup
Make your own; I have not seen the internet in two/three days.

Friday Memeage
Wearing Green long-sleeved shirt and tan pants that I swore fit me on Monday, but are now too big; if this cannot be remedied with a belt, I'll switch to jeans.
Reading: Oh noes, I am between books! Must grab something from the library pile.
Writing: Oh you are so so funny.
Knitting: Seriously. So funny!
Today: work, nap, looking at a house with fiddle_dragon, dinner with felisdemens & co.
Tomorrow: All the stuff no one has done around the house in my absence, nap, going to The Slutcracker with feste_sylvain - and we have an extra ticket. Anyone interested?
Sunday: Tree-trimming party at feste_sylvain and tamidon's.


State of the 'song

My horoscope this week is relevant.

To prepare for his turn to hit, a Major League baseball player slips a doughnut-shaped piece of metal over the top of his bat, making it a few pounds heavier than it normally is. He then takes a number of practice swings. The theory is that when he removes the doughnut and strides up to home plate to actually hit against a pitcher who's throwing the ball at 90 miles per hour, the bat will feel lighter and he'll be able to swing faster. As you prepare for your own equivalent of going up to bat, Pisces, I urge you to use this as your operative metaphor.

This week is knocking me on my ass.

But that's okay.

Because what's knocking me on my ass is that I have had the equivalent of a 10 to 12-hour workday every single day. Work, then stuff, then more stuff, usually involving walking a few miles... lather, rinse, repeat.

And if I can deal with that - and it's not easy and I could not do it for any longer than this, but I did deal with it this week -

A four-hour workday is no problem at all.

Next week will also be pretty packed, but mostly just with workday + evening stuff, not running-around-from-7am-to-10pm stuff. When I get back, and after my biopsy and after I go off gluten, we'll see what my new normal is like.

BARCC job is awesome so far.
* Today I got to notify the incoming volunteers that they made the cut, so I was getting "squee!" replies all day. :)
* My officemate shares my perhaps-too-passionate obsession with Sharpies and other office supplies, and we have been told to do whatever we want with our space. We both got mischievous looks on our faces when told that. We'll get along fine. :)
* The thing I was most nervous about was the phone; my officemate and I are the first non-hotline points of contact, and I (rather notoriously) hate phones. But I've been answering them. *nod* Got my first hotline-type call today, and did fine. So good.
* My predecessor had a fascinating lack of filing system, plus there are files on and around this desk from, say, people who applied and didn't make the cut in 2006. So. A big chunk of today was pulling everything that is clearly not relevant and filing it. Next week is seeing what's actually in the other folders (things are labeled with what they held years ago, which bears no relation to what they currently hold) and getting everything organized.
* My officemate found the labelmaker. Fun for days!

Now I rest, for soon I go look at apartments with fiddle_dragon. Then Zaftig's, for probably my last-ever granola pancakes.