Week 4 begins.
Posted on May 24th, 2010
I do not want to live through that weekend again. Seriously. I would love to blog it, but it’s all about other people’s personal drama (people I’m close to, and who might someday find this blog), so I can’t. Let me just say that I continue to be amazed by some of the dumb shit smart people do. And make the rest of us deal with. (At least it’s over with.)
Instead, I’ll be happy about the start of my fourth week of freedom – I mean, sabbatical. I’d been told that I wouldn’t feel a big sense of relief so much as I’d just wake up one morning and realize I hadn’t thought about work in a while – and that’s been about how it’s gone. I still think about work, and clients, fairly often but sometimes it’s several hours before it happens. That’s sad, that it’s an improvement. Just goes to show how intrusive it had gotten. (Seriously, it’s like my work was a mental illness, or some strange neurotic compulsion.)
The annoying thing is that I keep getting calls from this woman who is coordinating my old boss’s milestone birthday party (nevermind that his birthday was two months ago), to give her my email address, or physical address. What is annoying is that my boss knows my addresses, and could have given her those instead of my cell phone number. Oh, yeah, and that the birthday party for the boss is on P’s real birthday (although not the same day as P’s party). So…do you really think I’m going? If my boss thought about it, it would be a no brainer. But he’s a narcissist, so…definitely no thought there. I need to call this poor woman (who knows nothing of this) back, though.
Today’s agenda was a lot of necessary errand running, but P has decided that she wants to rest on the couch. (?) This is my kid who hates naps! Ah, well. Maybe if she starts this early, she won’t be up until 10-11 pm (a la last week).