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And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
Ugh. I don' wanna go to work today. I had a restless night last night, and didn't sleep well at all (until around three when I finally fell all the way asleep). In a rare instance, my alarm kind of scared the shit out of me at 6. Eventually, I forced myself up, but it was a near thing that I said fuck it and called in late.
Yesterday, spent most of the day waiting for the lawn people to come to do the work. When they did, the dog was not happy, and spent the better part of two hours barking his little face off. He really does not like people on his territory. Between that, and them stomping around on the roof to clean the gutters, it was a very loud afternoon. The end result looks amazing, though. They did a really nice job and I am pleased.
Still, since the only thing I did was go out for a grocery order, it kind of felt like a wasted day. I didn't really have anything else to get done, but it feels like I should have done more.
My work friend K texted me that we got an email stating that we're returning to work for one day a week starting on May 23. We got the official email yesterday. We still don't know what day we'll be going in, which would be nice to have. Apparently, we'll be doing it on a day that our Direct Manager is there, so most likely Wednesday, since K's team is coming on Tuesdays. I may get a reprieve that first week, as I'm off a few days for vacation, but we shall see. I don't expect the one day a week to last that long--they'll be wanting us back more, I have no doubt. I'd be surprised if we're not up to two days by the end of the year, but we shall see.
I've had to stop myself from antagonizing Dad by putting up screen shots of our Disney countdown on Facebook. I wouldn't do it to piss him off, I just kind of want to share my excitement. At some point, he's going to have to get past his trepidation, but I don't know how to facilitate that. I'm wondering if part of it is fretting about us flying. Shelly offered to put on a show about cruise ships, and he made a comment that he doesn't like them or planes, and that they scare the shit out of him. I'm not willing to switch to taking the train, but at least I understand that. I'm a nervous flyer myself, and that's the part of the vacation that I'm not looking forward to.
Okay, going to go get myself together for work. Have a good Sunday!
ETA: After discussion with Jess this morning, we decided to rent a car and drive to Florida. It'll be about 14 hours, which is doable, and then no worries about catching Covid on the flight!
Yesterday, spent most of the day waiting for the lawn people to come to do the work. When they did, the dog was not happy, and spent the better part of two hours barking his little face off. He really does not like people on his territory. Between that, and them stomping around on the roof to clean the gutters, it was a very loud afternoon. The end result looks amazing, though. They did a really nice job and I am pleased.
Still, since the only thing I did was go out for a grocery order, it kind of felt like a wasted day. I didn't really have anything else to get done, but it feels like I should have done more.
My work friend K texted me that we got an email stating that we're returning to work for one day a week starting on May 23. We got the official email yesterday. We still don't know what day we'll be going in, which would be nice to have. Apparently, we'll be doing it on a day that our Direct Manager is there, so most likely Wednesday, since K's team is coming on Tuesdays. I may get a reprieve that first week, as I'm off a few days for vacation, but we shall see. I don't expect the one day a week to last that long--they'll be wanting us back more, I have no doubt. I'd be surprised if we're not up to two days by the end of the year, but we shall see.
I've had to stop myself from antagonizing Dad by putting up screen shots of our Disney countdown on Facebook. I wouldn't do it to piss him off, I just kind of want to share my excitement. At some point, he's going to have to get past his trepidation, but I don't know how to facilitate that. I'm wondering if part of it is fretting about us flying. Shelly offered to put on a show about cruise ships, and he made a comment that he doesn't like them or planes, and that they scare the shit out of him. I'm not willing to switch to taking the train, but at least I understand that. I'm a nervous flyer myself, and that's the part of the vacation that I'm not looking forward to.
Okay, going to go get myself together for work. Have a good Sunday!
ETA: After discussion with Jess this morning, we decided to rent a car and drive to Florida. It'll be about 14 hours, which is doable, and then no worries about catching Covid on the flight!