Even Slower
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I wish I had a picture to post of the totally empty (except for the refrigerator) kitchen. It's sad, really. I have anxiety attacks daily about the electrical work getting finished before the cabinets come- tomorrow. Xanax is my best friend this week. Seriously. There isn't much I can do to help it along but beg the electrician daily to come finish. Which I do, and he still doesn't. I'm hoping by this weekend we'll have cabinets, possibly a working sink, at least plywood counter tops and if Dave can run the gas line without blowing up the house, a stove. That's probably way too much to ask but it's my wish! The kids seem to have staged an anti-chore mutiny. I can't get ANY of them to pick the raspberries/blackberries or do their daily cleaning chores. They think they should get paid for everything they do. Wow- that's a great idea. I'll pay them, then they can pay me when I have to clean up after them and every time I do their laundry, wash their dishes or put their stuff away. I'd be a bazillionaire if I'd been getting paid to do all that stuff for the past 19 years :D
Enough of that diatribe. Work is painfully slow at the moment which gives me plenty of time to worry about stuff not happening in the kitchen. I could think of a million things to use the time more effectively, but none of them would get me a paycheck- so I blog, shamelessly read perezhilton.com, peruse craigslist (crack, as Marie calls it). I'm even tired of craigslist. I didn't think that was possible. We also gossip via email- my pod mates and I. That's basically what I do for 8 hours a day. I saw a bit on the news this morning about how most employees waste two hours a day. I laughed. I haven't done real work for 2 whole hours in a day for a few weeks. Feast or famine around here.
I haven't been working on my 100-day goal like I should be. I've had several stress migraines in the past few weeks, so I'm definitely not cleaning and organizing when I have those. When I don't have a migraine I have absolutely no motivation to do anything. While I'm stressing about the kitchen I'm also telling myself that I don't care if it ever gets done (mainly, I'm sure, because I don't feel like it will)! Sounds like I need to increase the Paxil consumption for the next few weeks, eh? Either that or find a meth dealer. Just kidding, of course. I'm done blah blah blah-ing for the day.
Enough of that diatribe. Work is painfully slow at the moment which gives me plenty of time to worry about stuff not happening in the kitchen. I could think of a million things to use the time more effectively, but none of them would get me a paycheck- so I blog, shamelessly read perezhilton.com, peruse craigslist (crack, as Marie calls it). I'm even tired of craigslist. I didn't think that was possible. We also gossip via email- my pod mates and I. That's basically what I do for 8 hours a day. I saw a bit on the news this morning about how most employees waste two hours a day. I laughed. I haven't done real work for 2 whole hours in a day for a few weeks. Feast or famine around here.
I haven't been working on my 100-day goal like I should be. I've had several stress migraines in the past few weeks, so I'm definitely not cleaning and organizing when I have those. When I don't have a migraine I have absolutely no motivation to do anything. While I'm stressing about the kitchen I'm also telling myself that I don't care if it ever gets done (mainly, I'm sure, because I don't feel like it will)! Sounds like I need to increase the Paxil consumption for the next few weeks, eh? Either that or find a meth dealer. Just kidding, of course. I'm done blah blah blah-ing for the day.
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