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Making armies from a box of matches
*le sigh*
After a positively decadent week of travel, David Cook concert, fireworks, shopping, drinking, and spending waaaay too much time writing and being on the internets, it's time to pack it all up and go back to work. Dammit. I actually spoke with a co-worker at the baby shower who informed me that we are incredibly short-handed (in the past two weeks, we have lost four people for various reasons). Hoo. Ray. Also, I can't work from home for the next few weeks because I will be training. Mmmm, nothing tries my patience like teaching.
But all in all, I am glad to be going back to work. Apparently when I have too much time on my hands, all I do is spend money and get rather depressed. This leads to drinking and listening to sad music and getting that horrible, desperate feeling in my chest that I always associate with Holly Golightly's 'mean reds.'
So, yeah. Also, my dad is going in for a procedure tomorrow where they want to biopsy his kidney. I am trying not to think about it too much because I can't do anything about it. I am trying to just be calm and positive (like THAT has ever gotten me anywhere before). My dad, to make matters better/worse/I don't know has made it clear in no uncertain terms that he does not want visitors. A couple of years ago when he landed in the hospital, he spent most of his time chasing us out of his room. So, joy.
Okay, going to shake it off, finish my laundry, and call the Kid.
After a positively decadent week of travel, David Cook concert, fireworks, shopping, drinking, and spending waaaay too much time writing and being on the internets, it's time to pack it all up and go back to work. Dammit. I actually spoke with a co-worker at the baby shower who informed me that we are incredibly short-handed (in the past two weeks, we have lost four people for various reasons). Hoo. Ray. Also, I can't work from home for the next few weeks because I will be training. Mmmm, nothing tries my patience like teaching.
But all in all, I am glad to be going back to work. Apparently when I have too much time on my hands, all I do is spend money and get rather depressed. This leads to drinking and listening to sad music and getting that horrible, desperate feeling in my chest that I always associate with Holly Golightly's 'mean reds.'
So, yeah. Also, my dad is going in for a procedure tomorrow where they want to biopsy his kidney. I am trying not to think about it too much because I can't do anything about it. I am trying to just be calm and positive (like THAT has ever gotten me anywhere before). My dad, to make matters better/worse/I don't know has made it clear in no uncertain terms that he does not want visitors. A couple of years ago when he landed in the hospital, he spent most of his time chasing us out of his room. So, joy.
Okay, going to shake it off, finish my laundry, and call the Kid.