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great news!I always demand sexy scars. Otherwise, why bother? Relieved you're relieved.
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great news!I always demand sexy scars. Otherwise, why bother? Relieved you're relieved.
You’re smart to take a break from house stuff to do something else. Moving and remodeling can be all consuming and burn out is a concern! It’s a marathon…So tomorrow we’re going to get Ada’s old broken TV from her basement and transport it to the landfill, then instead of a lumber run, we’re going to explore the watershed “trails” in Frederick, MD. Really just some dirt roads but a break from the house for part of a day.
I’ll start disassembling the wall behind the bar when we get home.
The rodent was probably depressed and suicidal anyway. Days that bad usually occasion a brief episode of "Mad Men" style drinking. All better next day. Dunno about the fish, though. Never had one that loved me back. Maybe you'll get lucky.Hosers.
Felt quite fragile today.
We were called back to work full time on Aug 1st, which also coincided with blackout dates for our period of 'mass registration.' My commute is about 45-60 minutes depending on traffic. After a year and a half of 100% remote and then another year of only 2-3 days on campus, I am starting to get used to a 5-day commute again, but it still sucks rocks.
It was super busy all month long, but this week has been insane. We counselors work 9-hour days (in exchange for many many many vacation days - we just can't take any of those days off until Sept 10 when add/drop is done) and I haven't had a proper lunch break for 2 weeks. There are just SO MANY PEOPLE coming in at the very last minute and then get all pissy when they are forced into a crappy class schedule, or can't figure out their email, or blah blah f*****g blah.
So I was already frazzled as hell when I left for work this morning, and I was happy that traffic was really really light, and it was Friday, just one more day...and then I killed a little squirrel that ran out into the highway too late for me to do anything to avoid it. I burst into tears and weeped uncontrollably for a full 20 minutes. At some point, I had to acknowledge that it wasn't entirely about the squirrel anymore, and that I probably had been holding onto more stress than I realized.
I had a good venting session with my team and felt a little better, and somehow got through the day, though I still want to cry when I think of the squirrel
In other news, I am getting an emotional support fish for my office this weekend.
The rodent was probably depressed and suicidal anyway. Days that bad usually occasion a brief episode of "Mad Men" style drinking. All better next day. Dunno about the fish, though. Never had one that loved me back. Maybe you'll get lucky.
Hosers.
Felt quite fragile today.
We were called back to work full time on Aug 1st, which also coincided with blackout dates for our period of 'mass registration.' My commute is about 45-60 minutes depending on traffic. After a year and a half of 100% remote and then another year of only 2-3 days on campus, I am starting to get used to a 5-day commute again, but it still sucks rocks.
It was super busy all month long, but this week has been insane. We counselors work 9-hour days (in exchange for many many many vacation days - we just can't take any of those days off until Sept 10 when add/drop is done) and I haven't had a proper lunch break for 2 weeks. There are just SO MANY PEOPLE coming in at the very last minute and then get all pissy when they are forced into a crappy class schedule, or can't figure out their email, or blah blah f*****g blah.
So I was already frazzled as hell when I left for work this morning, and I was happy that traffic was really really light, and it was Friday, just one more day...and then I killed a little squirrel that ran out into the highway too late for me to do anything to avoid it. I burst into tears and weeped uncontrollably for a full 20 minutes. At some point, I had to acknowledge that it wasn't entirely about the squirrel anymore, and that I probably had been holding onto more stress than I realized.
I had a good venting session with my team and felt a little better, and somehow got through the day, though I still want to cry when I think of the squirrel
In other news, I am getting an emotional support fish for my office this weekend.