August 6th, 2003


Sentence run-on by professional writer; don't try this at home

I'm so far behind on work and I keep getting interrupted and I'm supposed to be home already because I have work to do there too (website work that I can't do on my computer at work) and I'm going to be working most of the night there and sitting in on a teleseminar my boss is giving because I'll be conducting the one next week on my own and I really should have some sort of clue as to how its done, and now my sweety tells me that his business is making his travel arrangements for the Baltimore convention, which leaves on November 2nd, and are we going to Huntsville, and I have no idea, because I'm completely swamped with work and I really need to be able to write at a goshdurned eighth grade level, and sell our company's services to a pathetically small group of pharmacists, which means the marketing has to be really incredible, and I have to write the darned thing, like, yesterday, and the last thing on my mind right now is vacation, but I dreamt of the Monstrocity last night (except it was in Canada), and I'm so glad I dont' smoke but dammit, it does make it hard to concentrate and I can't possibly come up with any sort of decision right this very second, but his travel person needs an answer right this very second, and I'd like to think about it and about the possibility traveling to/from ATL instead of HSV and about whether or not I'll be visiting Baltimore, too, because I have no idea, and the convention sounds fun and I'd love to see MenT and this stupid eight-page marketing letter is NOT writing itself, and I would like a margarita please and my house is a mess and I'm SO freaking tired and and and calgon, please take me away.


PS-- I'd settle for the margarita. And a ghostwriter.

PPS-- and now my boss just called and wasn't I supposed to be going home and yes I was but I keep getting interrupted hint hint and I'm slowly quickly going mad and blahblah blah blah blah blah blah!
  • Current Music
    vivaldi - four seasons

but but but

I love that man more and more every day.

He just figured out the Huntsville and Baltimore weekends, including my flights.

Maximum amount of time together, minimum amount of time off work, and inexpensive (for the most part) airfare.

He's put-off booking until tomorrow.

- - - - - - -
When all the work stuff is done, we'll share a glass of wine tonight and
chat about plans for October. Also, I might get to go to the Sagamore on
Lake George 9/22-9/24 for a symposium on Nanotechnology.

Take another breath, let it out slowly, and feel how completely I love you.

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Well, hell. It's hard to be harried and psychotic under such circumstances!

This is one time when I'm not at all upset that someone stole my thunder :)

OK, finally leaving work, two+ hours late-- gonna go home and edit some photos (for work-- sorry, friends from Canannananada!) and then sit in on the teleconference.

But first-- to the liquor store, Batman! There IS a margarita in my future.

I can feel it.
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    me not screaming


Thought I had tequila and mix at home, but I was mistaken.

There was a distinct lack of margarita mix in the liquor cabinet.

So I fed the kitty and ran to the store.

Got myself a much-needed umbrella, some roses, some sushi, and some margarita mix. Hooray!

I got stuck in line. Boo!

I got home in time for the teleseminar! Hooray!


Back at the office now :(

Still no margarita.

I had my six-month eval with my boss yesterday. On a scale of one to twenty five, he thought I was a fifteen. We eventually agreed that I'm at least a twenty, even if the corporation can't afford to pay me at that level.

Now that I've worked another salaried ten hour day and still didn't get half as much accomplished as I'd like because he can't bloody well leave me alone (despite the fact that he promised me yesterday that he would), and I'm spending the first of several uncompensated Wednesday evenings in my office, I'm wondering if Florida might not be a nice place to move.


ADDENDUM: Verizon says-- "No phone or DSL 'til at least Friday!!" *sigh* May I cry now?

No. No, I may not. I'm a goin' home, and I'm a makin' me a margarita. So THERE.
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    boss droning on teleseminar