For some reason, staying at work until almost midnight on a Friday seems worse than working from home until past 3am on Tuesday/Wednesday. That could just be me though.
The good news is I'm not real stressed. I plan to take some time off, too... Er, but not this weekend. :)
(Can you read that title through gritted teeth?)
This whole working ten hours some days, working most Sundays thing is really getting me down. I want free time! And it's not like it's college where Spring Break is coming up. I've been crunched since March and I will be 'til May. Or like, NEXT May -- hard to say. Sorry to any of you who, I don't know, wanted to see me in the last few weeks. I'll be in my office...
When it comes to shopping, I exhibit the typically female characteristic of needing to try on every possible option before deciding on one. I needed new tennis shoes, so I went to Lady Foot Locker at the mall. The saleswoman rubbed me the wrong way -- she was just too brusque -- but she was busy. Anyway, I found the shoe I wanted by the only had an 8 and a 9, no 8-1/2. She told me she thought the 9 was fine, even though typically I'm an 8 or an 8-1/2, and I figured she should know, so I bought them.
But now every time I wear them, I'm bothered because I don't know what the 8-1/2 feels like. It might have been too tight, but any sign that the 9s are too big reminds me how much I dislike the saleswoman for telling me the 9s were fine. I'm also mad at myself because I later found a New Balance store and didn't go in to see if they had 8-1/2s. Now I've worn the 9s outside so I can't take them back, but they continually prick me with discontent. But what if I go try on 8-1/2s and they do fit better? Then I'd feel bad for having spent $60 on a pair of shoes that don't fit. I can't win!
So the day didn't start out terribly auspiciously because Safeway, the 24-hour grocery store, was closed last night when I needed something. But that all worked out, and even though I had to go in to work, I was surviving and I had a good time with my friends. Then I came home, logged in to my work computer "just to kick off a build," tried to get all fancy, and locked it up, so I can't actually do the one small thing I had to do. I can ping my other computer but not log in, the "force shutdown" command isn't working, and I left my cell phone in my office so I'll have to go in tomorrow. On top of that, in four or so hours of work today, I wasn't able to fix ANY of the things I was working on. Not one! Of the ten bugs that need to be fixed before Monday, and one PR dropped (just ignore what of that you don't understand ;) ). So I was feeling pretty lousy and then the cat got on my lap so I thought, oh, that's sweet, she wants to sit with me. Sometimes I think she gets jealous of the laptop and wants some affection. But I caught her with the laptop as I was closing it and moving it out of the way so she got all mad at me and started attacking my arm, which naturally didn't feel too hot, so I tried to get her off my lap, but her claws (which are too long because I haven't taken her to get them cut) caught in my fleece and so she fell off my lap at an awkward angle and I think she got hurt because she paced very slowly away and is just sitting on the floor in my office looking at me reproachfully. (Okay, the reproachfully is my anthropomorphication.) AND I can't call anyone because (1) they're all asleep and (2) my cell phone is at work and my landline can't make long distance calls. (I guess it could, because I think I have a phone card somewhere, but see (1).) So I wasted the day as far as work goes, I still have to work tomorrow, I got nothing else done, I've injured my cat through commission and negligence, and I'm too upset in my pity-party to go to sleep, which is what I really need to do.
Maybe I just need chocolate. Or God, one.
I really wish I could talk to my cat! We have serious communication issues in our relationship. I can't explain to her why I do mean things and all she can do to express her displeasure is pee in the dining room or scratch me.
My sister goes to a Christian college and they had a fun message today from a guy working in the Middle East. Parasummary:
"If you love your enemy, you'll die. If you hate your enemy, you'll die. If you ignore your enemy, you'll die. Only one of these options comes with a resurrection clause."
I just thought it was cute. :)