Presentation Eve

I’m ready.

My outfit is laid out for my 4:30am alarm.

My nails are manicured.

The slides have been finalized.

Wish me luck. Come 2pm, it should be over…

I’ll definitely earn a cookie by this time tomorrow…or else!

Completely Stressed Out

I just need to ramble and vent and rant.

So work is swallowing me whole. There was a point of dilly-dallying. Checking personal emails. Talking on the phone about houses with Bub. More dilly-dallying, reading gossip about the industry, entertainment, and then local news. More dilly-dallying.

Somewhere half-way through the first dilly-dallying session my job caught up with me and hit me aside the head.

What the fuck are you doing? It said. You know this quarterly stuff is going to creep up on you? Oh, and that to-do list, why don’t we triple it and then never let it dwindle down! Ha!

Yeah, so I’m so super busy when, hi, I should be looking forward to the short work week. Instead, I’m wondering how the hell I’m going to get it all done and next week? Well I have that confidence-building activity to do and another remote meeting to prepare for, then it’s the calls and the follow-up I STILL have from the Germany gig.

So I’m stressed.

So add to that the house. We’re trying to work out which mortgage to go with. Bub is a pro at this, moreso than I am since he is the homeowner now and I? Well I’m the newbie and about as clueless as they come to rates and APR and points and closing costs and pre-paids and monthly payments and escrow and did I mention closing costs? So we’re trying to get that settled so that we can, um, afford this new home. To top that off we have a mere two weeks left here or maybe three, but no, I think it’s two before we move. Packing? Never heard of it. Boxes? What are those? Tenants for our condo? Who?

And to top that off Bub just told me that his parents and sister will come here for Christmas to spend it with his grandfather. Cue record player needle screeching on a record noise. What? They’re coming on December 23rd? Double what??

We’re going to see them for Thanksgiving. Last Thanksgiving we were supposed to see them. Instead, Bub’s parents said sayonara and went to Spain. So we stayed here and visited with my family and we did Christmas there last year for the second year in a row.

I’m ready for Christmas here. Home. My family. Home.

So Bub tells me how the in-home care workers for his grandfather are going to have to work on the holiday unless someone comes to take care of him. So then I learn that because of a past situation involving Bub’s grandfather not really wanting to put up Bub’s family since his memory is not in the best shape and he’s more uncomfortable than hospitable when it comes to others staying over at his house, Bub’s family may stay here. As in the condo. They want to stay in cots that they would bring here. They want to stay in what will be our vacant, ready for tenants, no bath towels or shower curtain, condo.

When did Bub find this out? Today. And I guess my sister-in-law was going to stay in a hotel so of course Bub agreed that they stay here. Who gets to clean and provide hotel accommodations to my in-laws mere days after moving? Yes, you got it.

The last time we moved we got to do the same bloody thing: put up Bub’s friends in our apartment as we moved here, to the condo. I’m looking forward to this, again. Stressful? Nah. Fun? Absolutely!

And to further make my blood boil, Bub tells me that he can understand how his mom is pulling the mother-in-law implication. What, I say? Well, they’re inviting themselves over for Christmas, will stay at our condo, and well we’ll probably see them on Christmas eve. What? And then Bub tells me hey, we’ll see your family on Christmas, we don’t have to see them both days, right?

Ummm….well, we can go down to see his family for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday of this week, right? And when we’re there for Christmas we can do the same, but we’re going to hang out with my family for a few hours over the course of two days and we’re already building in time to see the in-laws.

This, this is definitely an in-law uh-oh.

I was beginning to think I had the holidays covered since I’ve begun my shopping, I am no longer irked by the holiday commercials, and I have preset one of my XM stations to the 24/7 Christmas music. But the work hanging over my head? Sucks. And the in-law drama? Well, I know I’m creating some of it here, but I’m not sure how to survive. Someone please tell me it’s no big deal. Someone tell me to calm down.

I know, I know, it’s terrible I don’t want to see my in-laws at Christmas. But that’s just it! I do! It’s just that hi, can we please have this holiday with my family this year? And I know, it’s terrible to think Bub’s grandfather is alone for the holidays, but we could easily stop in to check on him (he won’t leave the house). And can we move to a residence just once where we don’t have to play hotel to others?

I’m super annoyed and totally PMSing. I’ve slammed the door and my husband thinks I’m a total biatch. I am. I get it. But I am totally annoyed and irritated. Ugh.

It’s Gabriel

There, I confessed it.

Moving on.

I’m exhausted. Today was so busy with all those meetings I said would eat up my day. And I feel like I can’t be 100% psyched for the weekend because come Monday morning, my ass will be up at 4am, not to go to the gym, not to get to work early, but to board a train that will haul my ass to NYC for meetings–more meetings–all day. And my last meeting? Won’t end until after 4pm, which means, yay, that will suck. And I don’t and can’t and won’t elaborate that much more except I tried to take my chances with a train ride to NYC instead of flying because I’m so sick of the delays and the pain in the ass that going to the airport is. But seriously, our first meeting requires me to get on the earliest possible train in the history of ever. So I’ll be arriving one hour and fifteen minutes early for the first meeting because if I don’t plan ahead and be on time which I hardly ever am, I’ll most likely be late seeing as how the next train, which would require my being up at a mere hour later–5am, gets me to NY fifteen minutes earlier than when my meeting starts.

Bored yet? I am. Tired yet? I am.

Ugh. Anyone up for caffeine suckage downage at 8am in NY on Monday morning?

Thought so.

Happy almost weekend.

Sick. Of. It

I don’t know how my husband does it. He’s worked at the same company for 10 years and he gets up early, puts on a smiling face, and then faces the music.

Me? I must be bored, but I’ve had it here. And because I’ve posted pics of myself and feel all paranoid, I’ll keep my big mouth shut.

I’m either totally PMSing or way annoyed. I had a chocolate frosted donut this morning too. Despite me feeling the cellulite growing at an alarming rate, I should have enjoyed it way more given that it was the only bright part of my morning outside of reading some funny posts, emails, and remembering that I’m in an office now and can shut the door.

I’d be happy to trade places with Britney Spears, however. I can take her millions and make my hair look 100% better than hers, love my kids, not use drugs, and actually look like I’m having fun on stage. I mean, what gives?

Fastforward: I’m drinking a second glass of Shiraz after I vowed this morning not to consume anything alcoholic for a while. Oh well. Not my fault that the beer I drank last night was nothing special and so therefore the need to makeup for it now. Not that the wine is anything stellar; it was on sale. It’s decent.

Anyway. I made chili from a new recipe that requires not that much chopping and very little prep work. I enjoy prepping a little, but after a few veggies I get bored, tired and pretty much cranky that my meal isn’t even close to ready because I haven’t even cooked anything yet.

But so yeah. The chili came out flavorful, spicy, and down right hearty. It’s one of those meals that perks up the cool days (not that we’ve had many of those…yet) and stays for a while in the tummy. But you see I think I made the chili more as comfort food not from the cold, but from having to deal with yet another fast-approaching work week.

Cheers.