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May. 9th, 2006 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicIt's been a topsy turvy day, and I pretty much ensured that the scales would tip in favor of "shitty day" when I talked myself out of going to the gym tonight. Bah! Well, I haven't slept well, and can benefit from the rest. That much is true, so it wasn't a terrible idea to skip the gym...I just feel very guilty about it at the moment. But I'll go tomorrow and it will be fabulous, really.
The two high points of my day were lunch with Adam and bridge with Jeremy F. this evening. Lunch was a hoot. Adam and I pretty much always go to the Hardware Store for lunch, and usually order the same thing each time, too, with very little variation. This is fine - if I like a food, I can eat it for every meal and not get tired of it. But variety is a good thing, so we decided we'd consider some alternatives today. We walked up and down the mall, poking our heads in and reading every menu that wasn't the Hardware Store, and in the end, we ended up going back, of course, to the old favorite. Why mess with a winning combination, anyhow? We've eaten there only about 100 times in the three months that I've been at my new job, and there are definitely a few constants. The older lanky dude always greets us like he's never seen us before. We always get about one pickle each at the pickle bar, and we never bother to think about only using one plate for that. The waiter with the funny pants is always there, always wearing those same funny pants. And we always have a different waiter. It's truly amazing, but we really never have had the same one twice. Even though everything else is the same. Every time. :) Wow, that was a long and boring story.
In the interest of avoiding another long and boring story, I'll cut right to the punch line on the next part. A funny misunderstanding made Adam think that Condoleeza Rice was my realtor. She's not, though.
Back at work, I finished up a project I'd been working on for 4 hours, and then swiftly deleted it without saving. Three computer gurus and all the king's men couldn't bring back my spreadsheet again...and then I had a really horrible phone call and was crying at my desk, and everyone thought I was crying over the spreadsheet. I'm okay, it wasn't actually that horrible a phone call. Just the kind that you can't avoid crying, even when it's a good talk. But anyway all my coworkers think I'm some kind of superhormonal freak right now for crying over a lost spreadsheet. But I redid it and all is well in officeland, if not a little (lot) boring sometimes. I miss Anne - she'll be back from vacation in two days, though.
Bridge with Jeremy was wonderful, as always, but people kept trying to talk to me and I feel as though I didn't bring my A game. I can schmooze at a bridge table without losing my concentration, but on the computer it's a whole other story. I need to practice my multitasking.
Anyhow, I'm off to try to sleep off the rest of this day. We'll see how it goes. Hopefully tomorrow will find me in better spirits.
Peace.
The two high points of my day were lunch with Adam and bridge with Jeremy F. this evening. Lunch was a hoot. Adam and I pretty much always go to the Hardware Store for lunch, and usually order the same thing each time, too, with very little variation. This is fine - if I like a food, I can eat it for every meal and not get tired of it. But variety is a good thing, so we decided we'd consider some alternatives today. We walked up and down the mall, poking our heads in and reading every menu that wasn't the Hardware Store, and in the end, we ended up going back, of course, to the old favorite. Why mess with a winning combination, anyhow? We've eaten there only about 100 times in the three months that I've been at my new job, and there are definitely a few constants. The older lanky dude always greets us like he's never seen us before. We always get about one pickle each at the pickle bar, and we never bother to think about only using one plate for that. The waiter with the funny pants is always there, always wearing those same funny pants. And we always have a different waiter. It's truly amazing, but we really never have had the same one twice. Even though everything else is the same. Every time. :) Wow, that was a long and boring story.
In the interest of avoiding another long and boring story, I'll cut right to the punch line on the next part. A funny misunderstanding made Adam think that Condoleeza Rice was my realtor. She's not, though.
Back at work, I finished up a project I'd been working on for 4 hours, and then swiftly deleted it without saving. Three computer gurus and all the king's men couldn't bring back my spreadsheet again...and then I had a really horrible phone call and was crying at my desk, and everyone thought I was crying over the spreadsheet. I'm okay, it wasn't actually that horrible a phone call. Just the kind that you can't avoid crying, even when it's a good talk. But anyway all my coworkers think I'm some kind of superhormonal freak right now for crying over a lost spreadsheet. But I redid it and all is well in officeland, if not a little (lot) boring sometimes. I miss Anne - she'll be back from vacation in two days, though.
Bridge with Jeremy was wonderful, as always, but people kept trying to talk to me and I feel as though I didn't bring my A game. I can schmooze at a bridge table without losing my concentration, but on the computer it's a whole other story. I need to practice my multitasking.
Anyhow, I'm off to try to sleep off the rest of this day. We'll see how it goes. Hopefully tomorrow will find me in better spirits.
Peace.
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Bridge Multitasking
Date: 2006-05-11 07:45 am (UTC)Hey! I just signed up so I can reply to your diatribes. Maybe I should start a Gatlinburg Journal for all the dirty laundry.
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Re: Bridge Multitasking
Date: 2006-05-11 09:47 am (UTC)