Writing today, after forgetting to do it on Saturday, and being “off” today.
There’s a lot more I could say about my grievances about the whole situation. Saying that I’m a bit of a disgruntled employee would be the definition of an understatement.
But I got through my tasks that took half of Saturday, and a good portion of today finishing up the initials brigade with work.
The incredible amount of work I’ve been doing has definitely distracted me from paying my protection racket to the professional organization.
There’s time. I will finish it by the end of the year, though I’m not sure if it’ll be before Thanksgiving, as I’d planned.
Oh well.
Preparing, too, for everything that’s coming up in November. Travel. Visit to the new Reason office in DC. Walt Hickey’s book signing. Thanksgiving. The Exile In Guyville show. (Aside: I am stupidly-excited about this? She has a bunch of visual art stuff entwinned, that I’m sure I’ll miss, but I’m still very excited…)
When can I relax? Can I relax?
Watching the Saints’ game last night certainly didn’t help for most of the game. That they blew it at the end feels oddly fitting.
Jim Mora’s USFL All-Stars probably couldn’t have messed it up that bad.
And I got invited to a work meeting in fifteen minutes. Damnitsomuch.
And I misread that.
Added to the team. But I really need to get work stuff off my personal devices. I am off work. I shouldn’t even be glancing, or getting notifications.