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It's the first evening I've felt even marginally like myself in about 2 weeks, and yet I'm sitting here, completely blank. I'm trying desperately to not think about how missing 5 days and about 28 hours of work not covered by sick time has completely screwed me over, because I was already so far in the hole that I couldn't really see a way out.
( Frustrated ranting about stuff I have to do lest my life become more explody, and tales of this past weekend. )
Thanks to a coworker switching shifts with me, I'll be working the deli cafe on Thursday, then heading back out to Cambridge after work to crash. Friday we'll meet up with James and Sam and head for NYC, to visit the Chapel Of Sacred Mirrors and go to a late show. Saturday will likely be spent recuperating from said trip, and then I'm back to work on Sunday afternoon.
I'm going to try and be productive with what little energy I have left, and possibly organize some of this paperwork into a "pile what needs to be tackled" so I don't forget and overlook something and miss yet another deadline.
Later.
-Me.
( Frustrated ranting about stuff I have to do lest my life become more explody, and tales of this past weekend. )
Thanks to a coworker switching shifts with me, I'll be working the deli cafe on Thursday, then heading back out to Cambridge after work to crash. Friday we'll meet up with James and Sam and head for NYC, to visit the Chapel Of Sacred Mirrors and go to a late show. Saturday will likely be spent recuperating from said trip, and then I'm back to work on Sunday afternoon.
I'm going to try and be productive with what little energy I have left, and possibly organize some of this paperwork into a "pile what needs to be tackled" so I don't forget and overlook something and miss yet another deadline.
Later.
-Me.
