Survivor, what I did instead of watching it
It was a heckofaday. A heckuva day.
For some reason, the temperature in my little section of the office hovered around 90 degrees. We made jokes, all day, about how hot it was:
Hello, and welcome to our sauna!
It's so hot in here my skin is starting to wrinkle!
It's so hot in here I have to take off my watch!
Ah, yes, comments that would never be funny at home are a riot at the office.
When I went downstairs to buy lunch the cold air was refreshing! And yes, I ate breakfast AND lunch. Thrilling, I know.
My train-ride home was not very pleasant. I found myself sitting in front of two people who discussed every possible injustice in life. It was a pitiful conversation to overhear and swung from neighborhood break-ins (in my neighborhood) to physical abuse of the handicapped. I'm not sure why I didn't plug into my iPod, but I didn't and was worse for it. Lesson learned.
K and I were on trains an hour apart so I took the car home, threw together a terrible dinner for the boys and then went back out to get him and run to the library and drugstore.
I still have a cough and finally filled a prescription for antibiotics (against my better judgement) and find that it makes my skin crawl. I am three days in to a seven day course and change my mind every other hour about continuing it.
After that set of runs I sat and had a spirited internet convo with K. The company I'm working for has very limited internet involvement and I believe it is worth their time to have a more visible presence and am going to present a case for it. Much to do.
At about 8:15 I went upstairs, with the intention of watching Survivor, but folded a load of socks and tee shirts and put them away instead. It was the least I could do as nothing in my house has been touched since last week. (Oldest did the grocery shopping this week and he did a fairly competent job of it - he called me at work to ask permission to purchase stuffed olives!)
I consulted on an essay that Youngest was writing soon after the laundry was done, I answered 43 emails, and, the next thing I knew, it was 9:03.
Who went home?
Was there any nasty business I should be aware of?
I was thrilled to see that The Bourne Ultimatum was on when I finally got to the tv at 9:47.
You know how I love the Bourne movies.
Sometimes this work/commute/re-balancing my life thing is hard.
For some reason, the temperature in my little section of the office hovered around 90 degrees. We made jokes, all day, about how hot it was:
Hello, and welcome to our sauna!
It's so hot in here my skin is starting to wrinkle!
It's so hot in here I have to take off my watch!
Ah, yes, comments that would never be funny at home are a riot at the office.
When I went downstairs to buy lunch the cold air was refreshing! And yes, I ate breakfast AND lunch. Thrilling, I know.
My train-ride home was not very pleasant. I found myself sitting in front of two people who discussed every possible injustice in life. It was a pitiful conversation to overhear and swung from neighborhood break-ins (in my neighborhood) to physical abuse of the handicapped. I'm not sure why I didn't plug into my iPod, but I didn't and was worse for it. Lesson learned.
K and I were on trains an hour apart so I took the car home, threw together a terrible dinner for the boys and then went back out to get him and run to the library and drugstore.
I still have a cough and finally filled a prescription for antibiotics (against my better judgement) and find that it makes my skin crawl. I am three days in to a seven day course and change my mind every other hour about continuing it.
After that set of runs I sat and had a spirited internet convo with K. The company I'm working for has very limited internet involvement and I believe it is worth their time to have a more visible presence and am going to present a case for it. Much to do.
At about 8:15 I went upstairs, with the intention of watching Survivor, but folded a load of socks and tee shirts and put them away instead. It was the least I could do as nothing in my house has been touched since last week. (Oldest did the grocery shopping this week and he did a fairly competent job of it - he called me at work to ask permission to purchase stuffed olives!)
I consulted on an essay that Youngest was writing soon after the laundry was done, I answered 43 emails, and, the next thing I knew, it was 9:03.
Who went home?
Was there any nasty business I should be aware of?
I was thrilled to see that The Bourne Ultimatum was on when I finally got to the tv at 9:47.
You know how I love the Bourne movies.
Sometimes this work/commute/re-balancing my life thing is hard.
Comments
Now, Thursdays at 8 p.m. feels like too much of a commitment.
Now that my commute has been shortened you would think that my house would have more order.
WRONG.
I have the grade 8 science project sitting in pieces throughout my kitchen / eating area.
Folding all those look-alike tee shirts and socks for all those men in your house must be hard.
Good for Oldest on the grocery shopping!
My word verif is duatio. Sounds Italian.
Corrinne (Corianne?) went home. I forget the other guy's name who got 3 votes to her 4. But they all proclaimed "All alliances are off" or words to that effect.
And may I just say I am PROUD of Oldest for stepping up to the plate. I think all the children should have jobs now. Even the vacuuming should be farmed out. And *ahem* you might pay for a job well done as you would pay a housekeeper to shop/clean/launder bedding and towels. Half-assed job? No payment!
and DARN IT! I hoped you might not have to suffer the job re-entry hand-wringing blues. But alas, you have been smote.
You are going to revolutionize Company A, methinks.
jbhat
But other than that, nothing happened.
Just so you know, as much as I love it, you needn't email me when I comment. Your time is precious and the last thing you need are bloggy chores. I mean that in a good way!
I adore the Bourne movies - I seem to be able to watch them again and again..
I agree with Sarah O. I will not mind if you don't email in response to comments... even though I like hearing from you!
What is this, the 21st century version of thank-you notes? Because just so you know, I was never all that good about them, either.
But I guess what I'll do instead is go and do my dishes. It's 10:30 here, nighttime, bedtime, but I know I'll cry if they're waiting for me in the morning, so maybe we are similar in a way, now, except that I'm still in the house. And my bathroom floors are ALWAYS dirty.
Love to you, dear one.