Dear God, I'm beat. I've been working like a dog, or possibly four or five, since the second I walked into the office this morning, and didn't stop until 5:10 PM, due to my soon-to-be-ex-boss going into a high-grade panic over my impending departure. I'm loaded down with urgent projects for tomorrow, plus I have to clean out my desk and move everything to the new desk upstairs, and also take a grim cake break at midday to wish farewell to one of the laid-off people. And the person I'm handing this boss off to is bitter and surly and probably going to quit. Please, please, please let them not try to get me back in there once she's left.
On the upside, after the holidays I'll be up in a little corner office far, far away from the badness. And on the
very
upside, it turns out that Rage Nurse has to go over to the new clinic, halfway across the city, tomorrow afternoon, so I only have FOUR MORE HOURS with her for the entire rest of my life.
I wish I had a fridge full of sparkling wine, because I have a sudden crazy desire to bathe in it.
Yay JZ! Or, Yay Future JZ! Today JZ gets hairpats.
FOUR MORE HOURS with her for the entire rest of my life.
THAT is a Christmas miracle!
Good luck getting through the day, JZ! Because after that? BETTER.
JZ, it's one more (interminable) day and then it's DONE!
ita, I don't think I can make tomorrow, but I'll know closer to tomorrow. It's contingent on weather and Grace. Grace seems pretty happy, but she's not vocalizing as much as she usually does. Dear god, what if they fucked up her vocal cords? Or maybe it is just painful.
Shit.
I hadn't thought about that until now.
Could it just be swollen and a little sore, Kat?
YAY, JZ! No more Rage Nurse is an Awesome Thing.
Yes, Amy, I hope that is what it is. That's what I'm going to claim. Or else I'm going to panic.
I have a bottle of codeine in the kitchen. WHEEEEE! Good times?
Tomorrow I'm making all the cookies because we are doing a cookie exchange on Friday at yoga. No seriously. One of the many things I love about Jenny's classes.
I'm glad to hear Grace is home.
So since my parents couldn't make it (and my mom is one step away from needing to go to the hospital for IV antibiotics) I've been doing the shopping for her and myself. OH MY GOD. And I need to wrap these presents and do an inventory to keep track of what is from whom. But we have a 3.5 year old who WON'T GO TO SLEEP. FREAKING ENERGIZER TYLER. D is having a sleepover at a neighbors' just for this purpose. We're self-medicating in the meantime. Sleep, child!
Also? Possible whopper storm now projected to maybe hit MD the day I return. Late at night. My car is in the longterm uncovered lot. I didn't carry my heavy winter coat. I know there is no shovel in the car. I'm not even sure if there is a broom. SHOOT ME NOW.
But cookies baked, SIL girlfriends coming over tomorrow night for nibbles and gift exchange, then D's bday, then xmas.
SLEEP CHILD.
