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haldoorI should have known it when I woke up with a sore eye... thought briefly about NOT going to work, but then I know I'm being relied upon to open up at the moment as the other early starter is on holiday.
Anyway, it kinda went downhill... getting to the worst tonight really. Could have been more awful, but some days, you know? You just wish you'd stayed in bed. My ranty-ramble is under the cut should you feel like reading about my blues...
I WARN YOU NOW, IT'S LONG! Don't feel obliged to read it all, or even any of it. It's mostly venting and for my own peace of mind rather than any desire to share my shitty day with you. But if you're staunch... or you think you might get a laugh, go for it! (I shall probably laugh myself later if I ever re-read it).
I should know better than to stay up til 11.30pm, like I did last night. After all of last week being like that due to the Chrissie cards, I should be getting in some early nights. The night before it was 10.30pm (early for me!) and I had quite a good day yesterday, because I wasn't tired! Actually concentrated on work, and even behaved myself at home too! Took the kids to the library after school and didn't spend all the "nighttime rushhour" (from after school thru dinner, baths and til bedtime) in and out of the comp. I ACTUALLY did the things I should have and paid attention to my kids... ho hum (bad mother feels guilty somedays).
Today, however... first off, sore eye got worse progressively through the day (white spot on the iris and the white is reddish in one spot. Hope I just scratched it or something!). Was actually throbbing by hometime from work. But I guess when you're staring into a computer for several hours with a sore eye, that'll happen. It's not so bad now, anyway.
I started off thinking I was going to work hard after I'd replied to my e-mails. Not much to answer... boo hoo!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaige68 hadn't sent a "Jeremy is..." (but thanks for the e-m you did send darling, it made me feel better! *smooch*), and only one or two other littlies there (thanks to those writers!) *sigh*.
So, bad girl that I am, I thought "hmmm.. not enough time wasting" and I went in to read some "Ghostrider" (thanks,sindahise, it was great, btw! Finished it at home tonight!) which I'd been three quarters of the way through. Uh-oh, trouble. Because you know, once you start, it's hard to put down, right? So, I did manage to do some work, because I had this one BIG file to work on and it needed lots of attention. However in between bits of that, I kept going back to read. So much for the plan. Worked yesterday, out the window today. About 40 mins before I was due to leave, I lost the plot entirely and did very little 'proper' work. Just couldn't manage it, cos it got tricky. Think it's sorted now, so tomorrow I'm ready for the keying bit (the fun bit of my job with all the numbers... don't ask me to explain, too complex). Anyway, it'll be okay, so I'm not too worried about that. Though should have got further today really...
The one thing that did hit home to me though, was that I really shouldn't be doing ANY LJ or reading at work (because you know what kind of reading I'm talking about here, right?), because they are constantly giving us all kinds of warnings about internet usage at work, and the frequency is increasing... plus today one message was to tell us that they've stopped access to a couple of "highly frequented" sites (trading ones, not porn!!!). So that tells me they are watching more and more. It's therefore only a matter of time before they crack down on people like me. Thus, if I'm going to get noticed, I'd rather it was for IMDb and google queries and e-mail, where I might just get told "don't do that", rather than getting slightly more than a slapped wrist for accessing dodgy LJ and Mirrormere stories! (not that I think they're dodgy, but they do qualify as "not work friendly" if you know what I mean... *sigh*). OK, so I must leave all that to home. I mean... yeah *kicks self for being so obsessed*
Anyway, all that staring at the comp meant I was feeling rather spaced out by the time I left work. Should have slept before I went to get the girls from school, but of course didn't. The RPG called....
School and all that was okay. The girls had Brownies tonight, so dropped them off - and nearly ran into another car on the way - ulp! Too tired to be driving. Shit! (Oh, btw, Brownie camp was fun, mostly, last weekend, though VERY tiring, and a few crappy things here and there, none worth much of a mention right now)
Came home with LF and started to get dinner organised. Kids stuff, AOK (chicken nibbles). Got out some frozen chicken pieces for me and the Hubby. Thought they looked a bit sus, so rang Hubby (who bought them today) at work (he's there til 9.30pm) to tell him and suggest he bring something home if he wants to eat, then noticed the use-by date said "Aug '06" so I thought I must be imagining it (we had a past it's use-by pack a couple of months ago which had to be returned). I told him "don't sweat it, I'll defrost it and cook it anyway", and felt like I'd over-reacted by phoning him. Well, a bit later when I took it out of the microwave (yeah, I know), it stunk, and I thought "No, not for my dinner thanks" and put it in the bin. *Sigh* Now what to eat with my mashed potatoes and greens??? Phone Hubby again to inform him he might want to bring something home after all... he's not keen (never bloody is *muttermutter*, MISER! Also fairly take-away-phobic, DAMMIT!)
The girls got dropped off and I fed the kids - although that's a loose term for it since N2D insisted that she had had enough after about 2 chicken nibbles & her greens, and raced off to have her comp. time (which she missed earlier). So I cleaned up her leftovers (yes, Mums get all the best jobs, but since I didn't know what I'd be eating anyway, figured I might as well eat something). Then she comes back later and says could she eat the White Christmas (sweet stuff) she made at Brownies? I mean, huh? I told her "No" as she hadn't finished her dinner. "But I'm hungry now!" Oh yeah, right. So, tears there because I wouldn't let her eat junk food...
OK, so far so good. Told N2D to get ready for the bath. She then decides this needs to be done via the lounge, where LF sits on her and she cries... I give her a hug (but also mention that if she'd done as told LF wouldn't have been near her) and wind up on my ass on the floor with two children on top of me for my trouble. At least giggling ensued for a bit. Funny Mummy on the floor. However, fighting between N1D and LF soon put paid to that. *sigh*
BRIGHT SPOT: LF peed in the loo before the bath, and got in without a fight. YAY!
N2D gets in the bath too... *hold your breath* and some more fighting over nailbrushes follows. Thank God it doesn't last long.
I look at my house... it's a tip. Go to put something under LF's bed... toys under it. I leave them there and tidy up the visible mess on the floors in LF's room, the lounge and the kitchen.
ANOTHER GOOD BIT: N2D actually tidied some of the toys before the bath. The girls' room is still a tip, but too bad. That's their job. *More deep breaths* Most of the mess is out of my sight (with the door shut).
OK, get PJ's on and get to reading. LF and N2D decide to have another fight, over the binoculars this time. Shit! What do they need them for? We're READING A BOOK for God's sake!!! N1D, btw, is rearranging my desktop while all this goes on, putting all my icons into strange folders and making me pull hair out later when I discover this. Oh, yay!
FINALLY, read Babar to LF and put him to bed (methinks), then cont. with reading to daughters ("The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe" should anyone still be reading at this point and actually care). LF comes back out...
Return him to bed... on the floor as he refuses to get into the bed. Fine.
Finish reading, girls scoot to bed. I think that's it, peace at last. HA! N2D's back... itchy bum. Oh joy. Have a look, put cream on to stop itching. "That makes me itch more" she cries. GOOD GRIEF! Wipe it off.
Start to relax. N1D comes out. *sigh* "Wilma's where I put my feet and I can't get comfortable, and there's something wrong with her". Wilma's our cat and I had noticed she was looking a bit black earlier... I now go to move her and she gets all growly. Looks like she's got something wrong with a paw. Have a bit of a feel and look (with growling all the way) and surmise she might have been under someone's car when it started and has a sore foot, but seems otherwise OK. *cross fingers*. Really don't need a trip to the vet right now. Checked her a bit later, sleeping (not dead, she moved fairly normally). Hmm. Hope I don't sound too heartless, not rushing off to the vet? I THINK she'll be okay, didn't seem broken.
Ok, return to kitchen to put on toast and coffee. Shit, if I'm not eating much, might as well have something I like. LF still fussing. Goddammit! Tuck him properly into bed.
Start reading RPG. N1D comes out AGAIN. "I've got a sore tummy, can I have a hot water bottle?" Ggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. OK, hot water bottle done... "It's not very warm". "It'll do," says me, patience growing thin. "It's not cold tonight. Lie on your side and take deep breaths." Cold, mean mother now, no sympathy for pain. HEARTLESS BITCH! (Think N1D's okay really, honest)
*sigh* Get toast, and butter it, then proceed to throw a piece butter side down onto the edge of the mat. SHIT! At least the coffee's still hot.
Finally, peace reigns and I settle onto comp. PHONE RINGS! Bloody hell, now what? It's 9.15pm and Hubby's checking in. "Do I really need to bring food? Have you eaten?" "No, don't worry," I say, "I had kids' leftovers and toast, I'll survive. You find something at home." There is, after all, plenty of mashed potatoes and greens waiting for him.
*SIGH* and that folks, was my day. Hope yours was better. Oh, I know, it could have been worse, but some days *thunk*, all you do is write a little story... and it just doesn't happen to be the one you originally had in mind (Exploding Fruit for instance).
Anyway, it kinda went downhill... getting to the worst tonight really. Could have been more awful, but some days, you know? You just wish you'd stayed in bed. My ranty-ramble is under the cut should you feel like reading about my blues...
I WARN YOU NOW, IT'S LONG! Don't feel obliged to read it all, or even any of it. It's mostly venting and for my own peace of mind rather than any desire to share my shitty day with you. But if you're staunch... or you think you might get a laugh, go for it! (I shall probably laugh myself later if I ever re-read it).
I should know better than to stay up til 11.30pm, like I did last night. After all of last week being like that due to the Chrissie cards, I should be getting in some early nights. The night before it was 10.30pm (early for me!) and I had quite a good day yesterday, because I wasn't tired! Actually concentrated on work, and even behaved myself at home too! Took the kids to the library after school and didn't spend all the "nighttime rushhour" (from after school thru dinner, baths and til bedtime) in and out of the comp. I ACTUALLY did the things I should have and paid attention to my kids... ho hum (bad mother feels guilty somedays).
Today, however... first off, sore eye got worse progressively through the day (white spot on the iris and the white is reddish in one spot. Hope I just scratched it or something!). Was actually throbbing by hometime from work. But I guess when you're staring into a computer for several hours with a sore eye, that'll happen. It's not so bad now, anyway.
I started off thinking I was going to work hard after I'd replied to my e-mails. Not much to answer... boo hoo!
kaige68 hadn't sent a "Jeremy is..." (but thanks for the e-m you did send darling, it made me feel better! *smooch*), and only one or two other littlies there (thanks to those writers!) *sigh*. So, bad girl that I am, I thought "hmmm.. not enough time wasting" and I went in to read some "Ghostrider" (thanks,
sindahise, it was great, btw! Finished it at home tonight!) which I'd been three quarters of the way through. Uh-oh, trouble. Because you know, once you start, it's hard to put down, right? So, I did manage to do some work, because I had this one BIG file to work on and it needed lots of attention. However in between bits of that, I kept going back to read. So much for the plan. Worked yesterday, out the window today. About 40 mins before I was due to leave, I lost the plot entirely and did very little 'proper' work. Just couldn't manage it, cos it got tricky. Think it's sorted now, so tomorrow I'm ready for the keying bit (the fun bit of my job with all the numbers... don't ask me to explain, too complex). Anyway, it'll be okay, so I'm not too worried about that. Though should have got further today really...The one thing that did hit home to me though, was that I really shouldn't be doing ANY LJ or reading at work (because you know what kind of reading I'm talking about here, right?), because they are constantly giving us all kinds of warnings about internet usage at work, and the frequency is increasing... plus today one message was to tell us that they've stopped access to a couple of "highly frequented" sites (trading ones, not porn!!!). So that tells me they are watching more and more. It's therefore only a matter of time before they crack down on people like me. Thus, if I'm going to get noticed, I'd rather it was for IMDb and google queries and e-mail, where I might just get told "don't do that", rather than getting slightly more than a slapped wrist for accessing dodgy LJ and Mirrormere stories! (not that I think they're dodgy, but they do qualify as "not work friendly" if you know what I mean... *sigh*). OK, so I must leave all that to home. I mean... yeah *kicks self for being so obsessed*
Anyway, all that staring at the comp meant I was feeling rather spaced out by the time I left work. Should have slept before I went to get the girls from school, but of course didn't. The RPG called....
School and all that was okay. The girls had Brownies tonight, so dropped them off - and nearly ran into another car on the way - ulp! Too tired to be driving. Shit! (Oh, btw, Brownie camp was fun, mostly, last weekend, though VERY tiring, and a few crappy things here and there, none worth much of a mention right now)
Came home with LF and started to get dinner organised. Kids stuff, AOK (chicken nibbles). Got out some frozen chicken pieces for me and the Hubby. Thought they looked a bit sus, so rang Hubby (who bought them today) at work (he's there til 9.30pm) to tell him and suggest he bring something home if he wants to eat, then noticed the use-by date said "Aug '06" so I thought I must be imagining it (we had a past it's use-by pack a couple of months ago which had to be returned). I told him "don't sweat it, I'll defrost it and cook it anyway", and felt like I'd over-reacted by phoning him. Well, a bit later when I took it out of the microwave (yeah, I know), it stunk, and I thought "No, not for my dinner thanks" and put it in the bin. *Sigh* Now what to eat with my mashed potatoes and greens??? Phone Hubby again to inform him he might want to bring something home after all... he's not keen (never bloody is *muttermutter*, MISER! Also fairly take-away-phobic, DAMMIT!)
The girls got dropped off and I fed the kids - although that's a loose term for it since N2D insisted that she had had enough after about 2 chicken nibbles & her greens, and raced off to have her comp. time (which she missed earlier). So I cleaned up her leftovers (yes, Mums get all the best jobs, but since I didn't know what I'd be eating anyway, figured I might as well eat something). Then she comes back later and says could she eat the White Christmas (sweet stuff) she made at Brownies? I mean, huh? I told her "No" as she hadn't finished her dinner. "But I'm hungry now!" Oh yeah, right. So, tears there because I wouldn't let her eat junk food...
OK, so far so good. Told N2D to get ready for the bath. She then decides this needs to be done via the lounge, where LF sits on her and she cries... I give her a hug (but also mention that if she'd done as told LF wouldn't have been near her) and wind up on my ass on the floor with two children on top of me for my trouble. At least giggling ensued for a bit. Funny Mummy on the floor. However, fighting between N1D and LF soon put paid to that. *sigh*
BRIGHT SPOT: LF peed in the loo before the bath, and got in without a fight. YAY!
N2D gets in the bath too... *hold your breath* and some more fighting over nailbrushes follows. Thank God it doesn't last long.
I look at my house... it's a tip. Go to put something under LF's bed... toys under it. I leave them there and tidy up the visible mess on the floors in LF's room, the lounge and the kitchen.
ANOTHER GOOD BIT: N2D actually tidied some of the toys before the bath. The girls' room is still a tip, but too bad. That's their job. *More deep breaths* Most of the mess is out of my sight (with the door shut).
OK, get PJ's on and get to reading. LF and N2D decide to have another fight, over the binoculars this time. Shit! What do they need them for? We're READING A BOOK for God's sake!!! N1D, btw, is rearranging my desktop while all this goes on, putting all my icons into strange folders and making me pull hair out later when I discover this. Oh, yay!
FINALLY, read Babar to LF and put him to bed (methinks), then cont. with reading to daughters ("The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe" should anyone still be reading at this point and actually care). LF comes back out...
Return him to bed... on the floor as he refuses to get into the bed. Fine.
Finish reading, girls scoot to bed. I think that's it, peace at last. HA! N2D's back... itchy bum. Oh joy. Have a look, put cream on to stop itching. "That makes me itch more" she cries. GOOD GRIEF! Wipe it off.
Start to relax. N1D comes out. *sigh* "Wilma's where I put my feet and I can't get comfortable, and there's something wrong with her". Wilma's our cat and I had noticed she was looking a bit black earlier... I now go to move her and she gets all growly. Looks like she's got something wrong with a paw. Have a bit of a feel and look (with growling all the way) and surmise she might have been under someone's car when it started and has a sore foot, but seems otherwise OK. *cross fingers*. Really don't need a trip to the vet right now. Checked her a bit later, sleeping (not dead, she moved fairly normally). Hmm. Hope I don't sound too heartless, not rushing off to the vet? I THINK she'll be okay, didn't seem broken.
Ok, return to kitchen to put on toast and coffee. Shit, if I'm not eating much, might as well have something I like. LF still fussing. Goddammit! Tuck him properly into bed.
Start reading RPG. N1D comes out AGAIN. "I've got a sore tummy, can I have a hot water bottle?" Ggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. OK, hot water bottle done... "It's not very warm". "It'll do," says me, patience growing thin. "It's not cold tonight. Lie on your side and take deep breaths." Cold, mean mother now, no sympathy for pain. HEARTLESS BITCH! (Think N1D's okay really, honest)
*sigh* Get toast, and butter it, then proceed to throw a piece butter side down onto the edge of the mat. SHIT! At least the coffee's still hot.
Finally, peace reigns and I settle onto comp. PHONE RINGS! Bloody hell, now what? It's 9.15pm and Hubby's checking in. "Do I really need to bring food? Have you eaten?" "No, don't worry," I say, "I had kids' leftovers and toast, I'll survive. You find something at home." There is, after all, plenty of mashed potatoes and greens waiting for him.
*SIGH* and that folks, was my day. Hope yours was better. Oh, I know, it could have been worse, but some days *thunk*, all you do is write a little story... and it just doesn't happen to be the one you originally had in mind (Exploding Fruit for instance).
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Date: 2005-11-17 09:46 am (UTC)@-'-,----------
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 11:42 am (UTC)sorry your day was so wretched. have a nice post full of Josh to make things a bit better? Oh hells, have two. ♥
clicky (http://www.livejournal.com/users/indilime/881204.html#cutid1) clicky (http://www.livejournal.com/users/indilime/847481.html#cutid1)
hope that helps, a little. :)
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 01:23 am (UTC)Good about today being better, and the kit being okay.
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Date: 2005-11-17 01:29 pm (UTC)Your day was one hell of a production huh? Sorry dear, and I still haven't gotten to Jeremy is... Will do what I can today, could not get to home computer last night with all the crap to do. I hope your Friday is better, it'll be shorter anyway. And I'm 100% sure that you won't even read this until you get home *gigglesnort*
Well, *smooches* and hopes for a much better day, and may said better day contain exploding fruit!
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:24 am (UTC)Thanks for the Jeremy is... that came today *smooches*, it more than made up for it.
MUCH better day, thanks. No exploding fruit though, sorry love. Next week, if I can, I will. Promise.
*more smooches*
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Date: 2005-11-18 06:19 am (UTC)Is everyone on my friends list having a bad day? Urgh.
*smooches and offers chocolate and porn*
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Date: 2005-11-18 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 06:35 am (UTC)This is what happens when I go away for a bit. my days get all confuzzled. *is not operating at peak conditions at the moment* And yesterday was bad for me too. Had a mid-term for Canadian History, and I'm sure I blew it. Argh.
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Date: 2005-11-18 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 04:30 pm (UTC)http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a335/urbanhobbit/Just%20Karl/Karlwhitesuit.jpg
*love and a big hug*
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Date: 2005-11-21 06:49 am (UTC)