I was trying to write something meaningful to pay tribute to someone I love very much. But it’s just too hard, even eight years later. There just aren’t words to express how I feel.
I hate February 8th. I always will. I wish I could take it off the calendar.
Today was the first Saturday I had to work during Busy Season. I got up at my usual time and arrived at work a little before 7:15. I got a fair amount done and I left around noon. Unfortunately, I still have more that needs to be finished, so I’ll be working from home this afternoon and evening. Really, it’s okay though because I’ll be able to get some things off my calendar and get some laundry done in between! Trust me, the laundry situation seems to get out of control without warning!
Mom and Dad (and most importantly, Emma) are coming next Saturday after work to go to the Nashville Predators (NHL) and I know I won’t have much time next week to get the house ship-shape, so I’m planning on getting things in order before Monday and trying to keep it clean until Saturday.
Instead of writing out a list of what I want to get done before Monday, why don’t I go knock a couple of things off the list instead?
Until next time…
This weekend is going to be busy, but so much fun! One of my very best friends from Grad School is coming to visit tomorrow night and staying until some time on Saturday. Saturday night, Mom and Dad are coming to spend the night before we go to the airport early Sunday morning. Around lunchtime on Sunday, we are flying out to Arizona. I have training for work Monday through Thursday and Mom and Dad are going for the BIG game on Monday plus a little R&R.
I don’t have a ticket for the game, but I’m still hoping that something will turn up. My backup plan is to go to a restaurant in Scottsdale for a game watching party sponsored by the Phoenix Auburn Club. That will be fun even if I’m not actually in Glendale inside the stadium.
I had to go to Walmart after working late tonight—I mainly needed some breakfast food for Saturday and Sunday—not everyone likes cereal for breakfast like I do (*hint* Daddy *hint*). I sat down and ate dinner and now I got on the computer to talk to Emma on the webcam. She got a haircut today and I needed to see how it turned out! As a result, I haven’t gotten anything else on my list done tonight. I’m going to go now so I can get up and get some things accomplished before bedtime!
Hopefully next time I write, Auburn will be home to a beautiful crystal football! :)
Ok, this is a long enough list. I'm not fooling myself into thinking that I'll actually follow through with even half of this list, but it's something to work towards! :)
My life outside of work has been pretty boring lately…should I just say non-existent? I’ve been getting lots of chargeable hours which I hope equate to a bonus in mid-January, but my life has basically turned into wake up, work, come home, eat, crash, repeat. It doesn’t help that time changed and it’s dark between 4 and 5 everyday.
The best thing coming up is going home Wednesday night for Thanksgiving. I’ll be home Wednesday night (late) through Sunday afternoon. This will be the longest I’ve been home since August. I’m not sure how much rest I will get since Thursday will be cooking all morning (hopefully, a good nap in the afternoon), Friday is the big Auburn v. Alabama game, Saturday we’re going to Huntsville to see HP and have a nice meal and then Sunday we’ll go to church and it’ll be time to head back to start another week at work.
It’s really hit me lately how much different being an “adult” is from where I was this summer when I was still a “basically” care-free college student. I don’t think I fully appreciated a week off at Thanksgiving, nearly a month at Christmas (if your exam schedule cooperated) and a whole week for Spring Break. I sacrificed summer vacation throughout college between interning at TVA after my freshman and sophomore years and then being in school the next three summers to graduate on-time after changing my major at the end of my fifth semester. Oh, yeah…I took a class at NWSCC the summer after my freshman year too…forgot about that English lit class.
I’m really looking forward to next January (2012, not 2011) because my PTO (Paid time off)/year goes up to 25 days…right now it’s 20 and I know that sounds like a lot, but it’s really not that much when you factor in that we don’t get sick leave or comp time. Right now, I get my 20 days (13.33 hours/month) plus 8 paid holidays (NYD, Memorial Day, Labor Day, 2 days for Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve and a flex day I can use at my discretion…oh wait, there’s one more…maybe Fourth of July??).
Ok. Enough complaining. Well, maybe a teensy bit more…I still have work to do and it’s almost 11PM. I worked yesterday and then ran errands like a crazy woman, so I didn’t get everything I needed to do for Monday accomplished. Being the over-achiever I am, I can’t stand to go to work without doing everything I said I would do. So, as a result, I have at least an hour’s more work to do. I know, I know…I should have gotten it done earlier in the day…procrastinators unite…tomorrow! :)
Hopefully my next post will be more upbeat and have some cute Thanksgiving pictures…I’ve been sorely without inspiration since Emma has been on an extended vacation since around the middle of October.
Last week, I worked 52 hours. Monday morning, I asked my Mentor was that about as bad as it got? Her response…”a little worse.”
Maybe I should just call it quits now. I’m so tired from day 9 of consecutive work. I don’t know how I will function come next Tuesday when THE report is due. Excedrin and it’s ingredient, caffeine, are going to be my new best friends. Maybe along with some 5 Hour Energy?
And for those of you who are wondering why I’m complaining when I’m home at 6:41…the documents we requested didn’t come in today, so we didn’t have what we needed to move forward. Tomorrow night is probably going to be the longest night ever.
Now…time to eat and then sleep.
*Note: I’m not actually considering quitting. I’m just really not looking forward to January-April. At least I should get Sundays off.*
