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: Exhaustion For Fun And A Plaque
It's Labor Day, and I'm celebrating by doing unpaid labor. Kinda fitting, actually, since I've been working my fat little butt off all week.
I'm sooooooo tired. Yeah, I know, I always say that, but I'm even more tired than usual. Why? Here's the recap of my week:
Monday: Half a day of interviews at work, followed by a drive to Santa Maria. Test out my laptop to make sure it in fact works in a hotel room, get my discounted meal and my free drink and collapse into bed.
Tuesday: Spend all day in Santa Maria doing training, training, and more training. Juggle my schedule to spend as much time as possible at the office but not rack up a bunch of overtime (taxpayers, rejoice!), then drive home. The juggling didn't work - who knew Santa Barbara has rush hour traffic?
Wednesday: Two-hour conference call to do more training. Pick up food for a baby shower luncheon at the office. (Oops, forgot the gift! Fortunately, a co-worker with more time and a lot more taste in baby gifts has me covered). Try to fix some computer problems and some phone problems, then head home to get my clothes together and turn in early.
Thursday: Get picked up by an airport shuttle at 3 a.m. and attempt to get some sleep on the way to LA. Fly out of LAX at 6:00 a.m. to SFO, hop another shuttle to our regional office to lollygag around for about 2+ hours and go schmooze with awardees and The Powers That Be until it's time for an awards ceremony. (BTW, I hate schmoozing.) Get an award for all the wonderful things I've done this year... what was it that I did again? Doesn't matter. Follow the precisely choreographed procedure for getting the award, get offstage and admire the award between rounds of applause. Go outside the regional office to find out that my shuttle back to the airport's been cancelled because the ceremony ran long. Call up and arrange for a new shuttle pickup (which was cheaper than the reservation I made at home - go figure)and then cancel same when someone from the regional office says we'll get you back to the airport for free. Get to airport and wolf down a quick lunch (which is still loads better than anything I can get at LAX). Fly back to LAX, call the shuttle. Ride with a pissed-off shuttle driver who's decided that the best way to beat rush-hour traffic is to drive like hell through Westside side streets and canyon roads in Malibu (is my life insurance paid up?). Get home and collapse on bed.
Friday: Drag myself out of bed at some ungodly hour (after yesterday, any hour I get up is an ungodly hour), go to work. Put the award plaque on my desk so I can admire it a little more. Give training. (Why isn't anybody here for the training? Oh, right - everyone took off early for the weekend.) Take a couple more interviews in the morning. Spend the afternoon upgrading laptops, try to resolve problems with our ultra-expensive cordless headphones, and come up with a proposal to update our area's website. (Don't be too impressed - it's pre-formatted, I'm just adding content.) Come back home and collapse on bed again.
Saturday: Do all the housekeeping I've neglected for the better part of a month - vacuuming, watering plants, sweeping, mopping, laundry, errands, etc., etc. House actually looks like it's fit for human habitation again.
Sunday: Continue doing all the housekeeping I've neglected for the better part of a month. Actually start the serious work on the newsletter I've known I've had to do for the better part of a month. Stories and photos are downloaded and edited (mostly), the template's going to need a few changes, but once that's taken care of, we're ready. all I've got to do now is....zzzzzzzzz.
Monday: Another couple of errands. Get the last couple of stories I need from others to complete the newsletter. Work on the one story I have to do - a memorial piece on a very classy lady who recently passed away and the favorite memories of my boss regarding same. My bio sounds good, the boss' memories sound good, put them both together and the article's awful. (Well, maybe not awful, but I don't think it does either person justice.) Wonder for just a moment if anybody will really notice if I copy the obit from the newspaper. Have dinner and go to the blog to vent my frustrations by doing a silly piece on what I've been doing all week.
So, what's the point of all this? Damned if I know. No time to worry about that now, anyway. Back to work!
It's Labor Day, and I'm celebrating by doing unpaid labor. Kinda fitting, actually, since I've been working my fat little butt off all week.
I'm sooooooo tired. Yeah, I know, I always say that, but I'm even more tired than usual. Why? Here's the recap of my week:
Monday: Half a day of interviews at work, followed by a drive to Santa Maria. Test out my laptop to make sure it in fact works in a hotel room, get my discounted meal and my free drink and collapse into bed.
Tuesday: Spend all day in Santa Maria doing training, training, and more training. Juggle my schedule to spend as much time as possible at the office but not rack up a bunch of overtime (taxpayers, rejoice!), then drive home. The juggling didn't work - who knew Santa Barbara has rush hour traffic?
Wednesday: Two-hour conference call to do more training. Pick up food for a baby shower luncheon at the office. (Oops, forgot the gift! Fortunately, a co-worker with more time and a lot more taste in baby gifts has me covered). Try to fix some computer problems and some phone problems, then head home to get my clothes together and turn in early.
Thursday: Get picked up by an airport shuttle at 3 a.m. and attempt to get some sleep on the way to LA. Fly out of LAX at 6:00 a.m. to SFO, hop another shuttle to our regional office to lollygag around for about 2+ hours and go schmooze with awardees and The Powers That Be until it's time for an awards ceremony. (BTW, I hate schmoozing.) Get an award for all the wonderful things I've done this year... what was it that I did again? Doesn't matter. Follow the precisely choreographed procedure for getting the award, get offstage and admire the award between rounds of applause. Go outside the regional office to find out that my shuttle back to the airport's been cancelled because the ceremony ran long. Call up and arrange for a new shuttle pickup (which was cheaper than the reservation I made at home - go figure)and then cancel same when someone from the regional office says we'll get you back to the airport for free. Get to airport and wolf down a quick lunch (which is still loads better than anything I can get at LAX). Fly back to LAX, call the shuttle. Ride with a pissed-off shuttle driver who's decided that the best way to beat rush-hour traffic is to drive like hell through Westside side streets and canyon roads in Malibu (is my life insurance paid up?). Get home and collapse on bed.
Friday: Drag myself out of bed at some ungodly hour (after yesterday, any hour I get up is an ungodly hour), go to work. Put the award plaque on my desk so I can admire it a little more. Give training. (Why isn't anybody here for the training? Oh, right - everyone took off early for the weekend.) Take a couple more interviews in the morning. Spend the afternoon upgrading laptops, try to resolve problems with our ultra-expensive cordless headphones, and come up with a proposal to update our area's website. (Don't be too impressed - it's pre-formatted, I'm just adding content.) Come back home and collapse on bed again.
Saturday: Do all the housekeeping I've neglected for the better part of a month - vacuuming, watering plants, sweeping, mopping, laundry, errands, etc., etc. House actually looks like it's fit for human habitation again.
Sunday: Continue doing all the housekeeping I've neglected for the better part of a month. Actually start the serious work on the newsletter I've known I've had to do for the better part of a month. Stories and photos are downloaded and edited (mostly), the template's going to need a few changes, but once that's taken care of, we're ready. all I've got to do now is....zzzzzzzzz.
Monday: Another couple of errands. Get the last couple of stories I need from others to complete the newsletter. Work on the one story I have to do - a memorial piece on a very classy lady who recently passed away and the favorite memories of my boss regarding same. My bio sounds good, the boss' memories sound good, put them both together and the article's awful. (Well, maybe not awful, but I don't think it does either person justice.) Wonder for just a moment if anybody will really notice if I copy the obit from the newspaper. Have dinner and go to the blog to vent my frustrations by doing a silly piece on what I've been doing all week.
So, what's the point of all this? Damned if I know. No time to worry about that now, anyway. Back to work!
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