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Well, this week has been a week. My teammate has been out for the third week in a row, and I've been so slammed I've been working late and through lunch, spending the evening stressed and jittery and exhausted. I'm just beaten down. Beaten down. I nearly snapped at work yesterday, and then after I met with the dietician and she talked me off the ledge, I went back to my desk and off-loaded some work to other people. I have to get used to thinking this as setting realistic expectations and boundaries, not as showing weakness.
Reasons I love my job: Sitting in my boss's office when my former boss comes in (both men about 10+ years older than I) and the two of them have a nice chat about colonoscopies. And my former boss, who has intestinal issues, talked about his gastric surgeon "snaking him out" right there in his office. And...well...I couldn't quite help myself when former boss was woeing about the horror of the colonoscopy while current boss's eyebrows are like retreating into his hairline, I might have said, "You know, this is the guy equivalent of the pregnant woman coming into the room and all the other women who have been through childbirth start telling birthing horror stories."
Because that was totally what it was.
One good thing about the week: Blood Orange Sorbet. They had it at the grocery store on sale, and it's so fucking delicious. Better yet, it's on sale at the moment, so I think I'm going to stock up a bit. They have some other more exotic fruit sorbets, so I'm in yummy frozen fruity bliss.
I'm desperately jealous of all of you who have seen The Accused. I've been avoiding clicking into posts so I'm not spoiled, but OMG,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
splix, "The Lady of Shallott" is one of my favorite poems ever, and Loreena McKennitt's song of the poem is a favorite song. This excites me. Lots and lots. I might have a fondness for the tragically cursed. I remeber having waves of goosebumps shiver over me when a friend in Germany read Goethe's "Der Erlkoenig" one night while we were sitting on the balcony.
So i've been a bit scarce the last few days, and I'm in desperate need of catching up on what everyone has been up to.
Reasons I love my job: Sitting in my boss's office when my former boss comes in (both men about 10+ years older than I) and the two of them have a nice chat about colonoscopies. And my former boss, who has intestinal issues, talked about his gastric surgeon "snaking him out" right there in his office. And...well...I couldn't quite help myself when former boss was woeing about the horror of the colonoscopy while current boss's eyebrows are like retreating into his hairline, I might have said, "You know, this is the guy equivalent of the pregnant woman coming into the room and all the other women who have been through childbirth start telling birthing horror stories."
Because that was totally what it was.
One good thing about the week: Blood Orange Sorbet. They had it at the grocery store on sale, and it's so fucking delicious. Better yet, it's on sale at the moment, so I think I'm going to stock up a bit. They have some other more exotic fruit sorbets, so I'm in yummy frozen fruity bliss.
I'm desperately jealous of all of you who have seen The Accused. I've been avoiding clicking into posts so I'm not spoiled, but OMG,
splix, "The Lady of Shallott" is one of my favorite poems ever, and Loreena McKennitt's song of the poem is a favorite song. This excites me. Lots and lots. I might have a fondness for the tragically cursed. I remeber having waves of goosebumps shiver over me when a friend in Germany read Goethe's "Der Erlkoenig" one night while we were sitting on the balcony.So i've been a bit scarce the last few days, and I'm in desperate need of catching up on what everyone has been up to.