wherein Liz has A Day
Feb. 1st, 2018 08:48 pmToday has been A Day.
Hill Boss texted me yesterday to ask if I could work 9-5 at Not the IRS instead of 9-1, and I said okay even though that meant rescheduling various errands and chores I'd meant to do this afternoon.
The day started out slow until about 10am, at which point it went... slightly weird. ( cut for a vague approximation of privacy )
I clocked out at 5pm, sped through my grocery shopping... and then the bus was late. *double headdesk* So I got home late, put my groceries away late, and headed into town to my Stewardship committee meeting even later than I'd already notified the other members I would be.
They were nice and had saved me two slices of pizza. *wry*
And now I am home, have unwound, boiled a dozen eggs, and am ready to read the Anthropology chapter I'd planned to read earlier today, but which got understandably shuffled FAR down on my priority list. *dons resolve face, opens PDF*
(46 hours of work this week, counting Sunday-to-Saturday, and it's only going to get worse until tax day. Ah well, the money gets me through the rest of the year!)
Hill Boss texted me yesterday to ask if I could work 9-5 at Not the IRS instead of 9-1, and I said okay even though that meant rescheduling various errands and chores I'd meant to do this afternoon.
The day started out slow until about 10am, at which point it went... slightly weird. ( cut for a vague approximation of privacy )
I clocked out at 5pm, sped through my grocery shopping... and then the bus was late. *double headdesk* So I got home late, put my groceries away late, and headed into town to my Stewardship committee meeting even later than I'd already notified the other members I would be.
They were nice and had saved me two slices of pizza. *wry*
And now I am home, have unwound, boiled a dozen eggs, and am ready to read the Anthropology chapter I'd planned to read earlier today, but which got understandably shuffled FAR down on my priority list. *dons resolve face, opens PDF*
(46 hours of work this week, counting Sunday-to-Saturday, and it's only going to get worse until tax day. Ah well, the money gets me through the rest of the year!)