Today’s my Friday. Don’t be jealous. #Free96. Tomorrow I am off, then we have the weekend, then Monday is Memorial Day where we remember those brave souls who gave the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country. That is why I display my poppy pin. In Flanders Field. A somber occasion; less celebratory in a rah, rah fashion and more homage.
Seems wasteful to take a day off with nowhere to go. In case y’all were wondering, emotionally I am going to Tahiti . Or Mars ;). Or anywhere but here … (book/movie/both) … not physically mind you. I do not have the energy. Escape is through my brain, magically mystery tour. I really need this time. I feel calmer just thinking about it.
Where I am at today is 5/19/20 but I am linking back to Linda’s 5/18/20 post because as the hash tag abbreviates “What Day is it Anyway?” Who the hell knows?
I am continuing my work from home until September. Soon though … middle of June, 1000 of 30K employees have been invited to return to the office. This offer which I refer to as “the return test” is completely and utterly VOLUNTARY. And if it were not for the lovely description of the lack of amenities and hellacious commute, I might raise my hand. But everything will be CLOSED! Including Starbucks.
Before all this, we had the highest grossing Starbucks in the city, hell maybe in the everywhere. And me? While I wasn’t a fanatic, I liked the fact their overpriced not really that good coffee was available should the NEED arise. Want and need, need and want that is so last week’s #SoCS.
Anywho, this morning I spilled coffee on my pretty pink blouse as I was leaving my house to take my before work stroll, Crap! I exclaimed. Now I had a decision to make. Did I go back in and change or power through? Old days, change was definitely the answer. I’d not be late anyway as I always baked in extra time to my commute just in case. In case of what you ask? Well flood, flying monkeys, or earth quake. But I digress.
I was no longer pretty in pink and I didn’t want my blouse to stain. In for a quick change. That’s when I realized I have acquired a uniform.
Monday I always wear my Lucky Palace t-shirt with gray shorts,
Tuesday I always wear my pretty pink blouse with gray shorts,
Wednesday I always wear any of my three purple colored t-shirts (power to my women friends in IT) and gray shorts,
Thursday I always wear my branded company T-shirt and gray shorts,
And Friday I always wear any red shirt #remembereveryonedeployed and gray shorts.
I either have a gray shorts obsession OR not …
At least I still shower daily. And I change out of pajamas. And I mostly control my snacking. I am a roller coaster of emo though. One freaking day at a time or minute by minute.
I’ll take a doobie, brother 😉 As if I even know anything about such things. Hehe 🙂
I don’t see anything yet over at Linda’s place. I’ll go ahead and get started and link back later. If there is a later? Seriously y’all, I’m hurting. No bueno and no doctor to go to since kicked mine to the curb. Prior to all this COVID crap, I was searching for answers. Always testing normal-ish. Ya know, not quite but close. The pain which used to be intermittent is always. I keep powering through telling myself it’s stress cuz it is stressful. Work … is off the chain.
How many emails does it take to have a conversation that really shouldn’t even be a question? The answer is 13! After being summarily dismissed, I sat back with my pop corn and watched. Email reply all after remail reply all. Stop the nonsense!!!!
Lesson learned for me y’all is that Jilly don’t play that. This ain’t no Twitter war. LOL. Let the fools be fools.
Okay it’s 5/13 but only by 40ish minutes. Today was a helluva. Ya buddy. Effing priceless in the not good kinda way. I can’t sleep 😴 and I was sleeping good since rona hit. The stress lifted from no commute has worn off. I’ve settled into a frenzied rut. Yep. Oxymoron that frenzied rut might be I’ve still settled into one.
Manic anxiety anxiety amp stress stress me out stress anxiety anxiety amp pain.
This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. We must abort the mission. Resistance is futile.
I’m okay. I’m simply trying to wear myself out. I usually feel better after I rant. Cmon z-quil do your thang.
Silly – you know what day it is! You wrote 5/1/20 in the title. What’s wrong? Go on; tell mama. She’ll make it all better …
Aaaaahhhhhh Calgon take me away.
I’ve reached critical mass and NEED a vacation. Seems even sillier to NEED a vacation than asking what day it is. I mean c’mon, I’m working from home. How hard could that be?!?? Well if you have to ask, you’ve never done it. Oh the guilt! I have it easy without kids underfoot.
Not to minimize my feelings dammit. This is no cake walk. I need to get this under control. Take back my power. And it started with some self-care. Time log out, pack up the “office” and relish in #free48.
I forgot to mention Happy Anniversary to my in-laws. #57yearsandgoingstrong. Cheers 🥂.
Long days continue but I did walk. Only 10 minutes but that’s better than nothing. While I was out and about, I also got a somewhat better pic of TX Pete (short for Texas Peter Cottontail). Pete lives in the brush pile that B recently created.
What a day y’all. Formerly income tax day now delayed until July but yeah we filed early as we always do day aka Kevin Bacon’s nose day which is a bit of an inside joke that’d really explain things if I tell you more. Ya see six years ago B had a closed nasal reduction surgery after being injured 11 days earlier when the scaffold he was on collapsed. The whole time to lighten his pain we joked that the doctor could make him look like Kevin Bacon.
I woke up with a ear worm of a song I’ve since forgotten. I was out of sorts and unsure why. I’d told myself no more 12 hour days. Logging out at 4:30, I ran the gauntlet that is online grocery shopping which they’ll only schedule 7 days out. Our first time and not knowing we’d time out of the cart as pick up spots are worth more than gold. When 10 minutes were left, I got the “order now or your time slot goes to the next person waiting” message. Fortunately we can add 10 items up to 4 hours before pickup on 4/22/20.
I’m relieved B isn’t going out as this online order is touch-less. You pop the trunk and they’ll load. I’m worried still that our personal shopper will wear gloves which are mini-corona busses. Gloves (beyond single use) cause cross contamination not prevent it. Not sure which is worse B shopping while taking precautions or us doing this faux sense of safety touch-less thing. I mean c’mon. Someone has to touch something.
First world problems am I right? Or is this new world problems? I read this thing could continue until 2022!! Kids are telling me this is our generation’s Depression. We’ll talk about this time as those before did about 1929. Only difference is 1929 didn’t include effing covid.
Back to what started my ramble. When B was hurt, we were in the middle of pain and couldn’t see a beyond the moment. Intense and stressful, we (he more than me) muddled through. But we forgot. Six years later and a FB memory was needed to remind us. Maybe the same can be said for what’s happening now. We’ll look back and wonder how we ever did it. That gives me hope for betters days. Now let’s hope the hope isn’t a fickle bitch.
Grateful indeed! I’ve been thinking today was 4/9. News flash it’s not. 😂. The time space continuum has been shattered.
Today 4/8 is a very special day. Our doggies Buddy and Spot turned 11! Old men!!! 77 in dog years. No wonder they’ve slowed down as we walk them. I’m happy and sad at the same time because the fact is they won’t live forever. It just hit me. Then in this weird Corona land mindset, I further realize none of us are going to live forever. That’s not news either yet somehow more apparent. We’re mere mortals. Okay I’m quitting while I’m ahead.