Oh! I don't even know where to begin.
I have been so busy and stressed at work lately that, by the time we get home in the evenings, I don't feel like writing, reading, phone calling, cooking, paying bills, doing laundry, playing with the dog, nothing. I want to lay on the couch and stay there. I don't even care to eat. Eating has become a chore or a survival habit, although I believe my coffee addiction is only getting worse. (I can hear my kidneys saying, Thanks a lot.) I feel sorry for my husband.
One of my coworkers had surgery on Thursday -- prayers, please! -- and she'll be out of the office for at least two weeks. In the meantime, I am doing my job and hers. My boss mentioned that he wants me to learn her job inside out and backwards so that, eventually, I might be able to move up in the department. This is good because it might mean a bigger paycheck and, hopefully, my own office or at least my own cubicle. (Currently, I am the front desk girl, all out in the open -- so not my style.) But mostly I am having negative thoughts about an upward move because I absolutely do not enjoy the type of work. It is not at all where I wanted my career to go. I was hoping to get my foot in the door and then move to a different department. The problem is that I'm not sure how to accomplish that without specific experience. I consider myself lucky to have been hired here at all. Of course, everything is up-in-the-air right now and I don't have much time to think about it anyway, but it causes me to be in a slight panic sometimes. More coffee, please!
In trying to focus on the positive things, I've done absolutely nothing so far today, which is perfect since it was raining earlier anyway. Hub went to work this morning and we've planned a lazy afternoon. (Is it even possible to plan laziness?) After warming some leftover biscuits for his breakfast, filling a bottle with tea for him, and kissing him goodbye, I've been on the computer catching up on Facebook and blogs and job websites. My head hurts. And my house is dusty. And the dog is bored.
Next weekend I am going to the Arkansas Women Bloggers Conference. My mom, though she isn't attending the conference, agreed to travel with me and be my roommate. (Thanks, Mom!) We tried to find a sponsor for her to attend the conference, but our efforts were too little too late. All the same, she has been needing a retreat from the everyday stresses too, so she's looking forward to wandering around the Folk Center and town and relaxing in the cabin for a couple days. We'll have our Girl Time in the evenings.
And, for now, that's all I have. I'm working on a few other posts, but brainwaves are slow and reluctant lately. Fortunately, Hub has agreed to write something for me soon so... STAY TUNED!