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And it's back to Sunday, and my last two weeks at IKEA. Maybe. We'll see. It depends how much they annoy me this week. I was planning to give my notice on Thursday when I have my physical and stay for an extra week, but now I'm not so sure. On one hand, the money would be nice. On the other, I'd really like a week off between jobs. I was thinking it would be good to have an extra paycheck with all the PTO, and a week, but since I was going to take some out of my 410k, I could just take an extra couple hundred out to cover me until my first paycheck.
It's something to think about. On one hand, I kind of want to give my manager some grace, but on the other, I owe IKEA nothing. It would be really nice to have a little break before I'm in mentally demanding classes. Or, I could have some faith and put it in today. But that makes the anxiety brain a bit unhappy, so I don't know that I could do that. The anxiety brain worries that the physical is going to show something that will disqualify me. I honestly can't see why there would be one. I have some conditions, but they're all well managed. But anxiety is rarely rational. I don't think I realized how much I'd be reluctant to go to work during this transition period, but I kind of am. I'm just ready for this to be done and in the books.
Of course this week, I have a project to work on, so that shouldn't be so bad. It's going to be an enormous powerpoint, probably over 100 slides, all narrated by yours truly. I've never done a voice over for a powerpoint, so this should be interesting. It's going to be a lot, and I have basically 4 days to get it done. They're assigning me a specialist to help, but we'll see if they're more help or hindrance. Like I said, I'm going to do it. And I'm going to do it well. And then, I'm going to hand it over to my boss' boss, and walk away with my head high.
Yesterday was boring as hell. My sister had a wedding, so we were on dad duty for a good 70% of the day. But once she got home, we got to go out for a celebration dinner. We'd thought it over and decided on Michael's Steak and Lobster House, which is kind of an old fashioned restaurant on Eastern Ave. It's very much a product of the 60's and 70's. Old wood paneling, nautical paintings. Waitresses who are a hundred years old, and call you hon. Very Baltimore. Jess got the 10oz filet, which was pretty big, and very tasty. I, because I'm an idiot, saw their special. 16ox prime rib steak with imperial crab on top.
As you can see, it was fucking HUGE. I got through about a third of it. It was so good, though. Tender and tasty.
Once I rolled myself out of the restaurant, we went and picked up Jess' bedtime pills from the dispensary and came home to tuck dad in and go to bed ourselves.
And now, I shall get myself ready for work, ew. At least we have a game this evening that should be fun! So, everyone have an awesome Sunday!
It's something to think about. On one hand, I kind of want to give my manager some grace, but on the other, I owe IKEA nothing. It would be really nice to have a little break before I'm in mentally demanding classes. Or, I could have some faith and put it in today. But that makes the anxiety brain a bit unhappy, so I don't know that I could do that. The anxiety brain worries that the physical is going to show something that will disqualify me. I honestly can't see why there would be one. I have some conditions, but they're all well managed. But anxiety is rarely rational. I don't think I realized how much I'd be reluctant to go to work during this transition period, but I kind of am. I'm just ready for this to be done and in the books.
Of course this week, I have a project to work on, so that shouldn't be so bad. It's going to be an enormous powerpoint, probably over 100 slides, all narrated by yours truly. I've never done a voice over for a powerpoint, so this should be interesting. It's going to be a lot, and I have basically 4 days to get it done. They're assigning me a specialist to help, but we'll see if they're more help or hindrance. Like I said, I'm going to do it. And I'm going to do it well. And then, I'm going to hand it over to my boss' boss, and walk away with my head high.
Yesterday was boring as hell. My sister had a wedding, so we were on dad duty for a good 70% of the day. But once she got home, we got to go out for a celebration dinner. We'd thought it over and decided on Michael's Steak and Lobster House, which is kind of an old fashioned restaurant on Eastern Ave. It's very much a product of the 60's and 70's. Old wood paneling, nautical paintings. Waitresses who are a hundred years old, and call you hon. Very Baltimore. Jess got the 10oz filet, which was pretty big, and very tasty. I, because I'm an idiot, saw their special. 16ox prime rib steak with imperial crab on top.
As you can see, it was fucking HUGE. I got through about a third of it. It was so good, though. Tender and tasty.
Once I rolled myself out of the restaurant, we went and picked up Jess' bedtime pills from the dispensary and came home to tuck dad in and go to bed ourselves.
And now, I shall get myself ready for work, ew. At least we have a game this evening that should be fun! So, everyone have an awesome Sunday!
