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And it's Monday again. Which is good, because Jess needs some peace and quiet. My sister was especially interactive this weekend. I was working Sunday, and doing the RPG on Saturday, so I only got snippets of it, but poor Jess didn't get a break. Shelly wants to tell you everything she sees online. A lot of it is cute puppies and kitties, but a goodly amount is political, and honestly, right now, both Jess and I need a little break from that.
World is on fire, film at eleven. No thank you. I'm trying to limit my doomscrolling on Twitter, because I have been in A. Mood. for the last day or so. I actually raised my voice yesterday when Dad spilled his drink and started cussing. (To be clear, it was the cussing like it was the end of the world that got me, not the spilling the drink. It was a can of sparkling water, not a big deal.) Today, of course, I feel horrible that I got frustrated.
It hasn't helped that I'm still having very unpleasant back spasms. Right beneath my right shoulderblade, just at ribcage level. If I move wrong, it spasms painfully. Sometimes it's enough to make me audibly gasp, or make a pained noise, sometimes it's not. I don't know what's causing it--I've tried sleeping in different positions, but no luck. It's fucking annoying.
All in all, not anything particularly wrong, just in an overstressed and bad mood. I seem to be a little better today, so that's a bonus.
Work is work is work. Nothing new there. My Chicago market is a trash fire, Portland has their shit together, and I've been doing a lot of busywork. I did the inbox yesterday, which I loathe, but I'm good at it, so I got it down from seventy emails to nineteen. Probably could have gotten it further, but I ran out of steam.
Okay, time to figure out what I want for breakfast.
World is on fire, film at eleven. No thank you. I'm trying to limit my doomscrolling on Twitter, because I have been in A. Mood. for the last day or so. I actually raised my voice yesterday when Dad spilled his drink and started cussing. (To be clear, it was the cussing like it was the end of the world that got me, not the spilling the drink. It was a can of sparkling water, not a big deal.) Today, of course, I feel horrible that I got frustrated.
It hasn't helped that I'm still having very unpleasant back spasms. Right beneath my right shoulderblade, just at ribcage level. If I move wrong, it spasms painfully. Sometimes it's enough to make me audibly gasp, or make a pained noise, sometimes it's not. I don't know what's causing it--I've tried sleeping in different positions, but no luck. It's fucking annoying.
All in all, not anything particularly wrong, just in an overstressed and bad mood. I seem to be a little better today, so that's a bonus.
Work is work is work. Nothing new there. My Chicago market is a trash fire, Portland has their shit together, and I've been doing a lot of busywork. I did the inbox yesterday, which I loathe, but I'm good at it, so I got it down from seventy emails to nineteen. Probably could have gotten it further, but I ran out of steam.
Okay, time to figure out what I want for breakfast.
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I gotta say, completely different context (and possibly even a different Portland), but given Current Events in my city, it's just odd to see this - Portland has their shit together
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I'm surprised there has been more issues, all things considered. If Cheeto actually visits, I'm sure the next day will be a mess, because of routes being closed and what not.
I'm trying not to be stressed, but that works as well as telling someone to calm down.
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Good job on the inbox!
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Thank you! Yesterday, I worked on it again and got it down to one email, so I was pleased with myself. (and that one was a customer I wasn't going to call for love nor money, so it was entirely intentional.)