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Wrong Day, Damn It
Jul. 25th, 2012 01:46 pmI just now realized it's not Thursday and that kind of makes me want to cry.
ETA:
I'm also inexplicably blocked on a story that I only have a couple of more weeks to get finished. Gah.
And I keep finding dead spiders, flies and snails in my apartment. The spiders and flies, whatever. Thanks, cats, for preventing either one from crawling on me. I feel a tad awful about the snails though! I can't figure out if the creatures are crawling in (I did find a huge one on my ceiling that one morning, remember?) or if the cats are reaching out my barely cracked windows to pull them in. I often hear them scraping at goodies from the bedroom window, which has a bit of a well dug right in front of it, filled with bricks, etc. It's dank all year round, perfect for snails.
Found one still alive last night, the poor, terrorized invertebrate. Set it outside, and totally forgot to check this morning if it survived the attack.
HiP told me I need to take vacation, as I've got nearly five weeks banked already, will accrue at least one more by the end of the year, and we can only carry forward so many. I just don't know how it's feasible, but at the same time I have been on the fast track for extreme burnout. I know it's difficult to tell here, where I kvetch nonstop, but I've been snappish and closer to being unable to hold my tongue when it comes to certain coworkers. A sure sign. Plus, a week off would give me lots of time to job search.
Meh.
ETA:
I'm also inexplicably blocked on a story that I only have a couple of more weeks to get finished. Gah.
And I keep finding dead spiders, flies and snails in my apartment. The spiders and flies, whatever. Thanks, cats, for preventing either one from crawling on me. I feel a tad awful about the snails though! I can't figure out if the creatures are crawling in (I did find a huge one on my ceiling that one morning, remember?) or if the cats are reaching out my barely cracked windows to pull them in. I often hear them scraping at goodies from the bedroom window, which has a bit of a well dug right in front of it, filled with bricks, etc. It's dank all year round, perfect for snails.
Found one still alive last night, the poor, terrorized invertebrate. Set it outside, and totally forgot to check this morning if it survived the attack.
HiP told me I need to take vacation, as I've got nearly five weeks banked already, will accrue at least one more by the end of the year, and we can only carry forward so many. I just don't know how it's feasible, but at the same time I have been on the fast track for extreme burnout. I know it's difficult to tell here, where I kvetch nonstop, but I've been snappish and closer to being unable to hold my tongue when it comes to certain coworkers. A sure sign. Plus, a week off would give me lots of time to job search.
Meh.
