Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Being busy sucks
Hunnybunch thinks that I am more depressed/less productive on days when i don't work. i think that being overworked on days like today fucks me up even worse.
Check out the day I had:
had a 9am psychiatrist appt, got out of bed finally at like 8:50
dr said she would fax in my new prescription (refill zoloft plus new minimal dosage of wellbutrin) by noon.
had a 10:45am chiropractor appt scheduled
got phone call around 10am that one of the garden's new ducks had been killed (tho i had said that they needed shelter, they were not given any, and thusly one of them did not last 40 hours in the enclosure), had to make lots of calls back and forth with people about what to do (some folks offered to take them, which would have been fine by me since getting them was some stupid impulsive thing that someone at the garden went and did without thinking things through)
arrived at chiro at 11:00. Oops. Was in bad shape (I seem to have sprained my wrist when I was helping to move a truck that was stuck in the garden on Sunday, plus my back and neck are a mess), so I didn't leave till more like 11:30 after chatting with dr. she signed a petition. :)
talked with hunnybunch, then went to store to gather signatures for petitions. I estimate that I started around 11:45. Got a call from my weekly client at around 12:30. They are expanding their apt into another unit in their building, so their mortgage will double. They are laying me off soon. I suggested doing every other week for the remaining cleanings. he said they'd talk about it and get back to me.
signature gathered until 2:45, went to eat till 3:45
worked until it got too cold, went into store and got some booze and salad dressing for the artichokes that hunnybunch got at the farmers' market. went to pharmacy to pick up my meds.
got home, very cold and stressed, around 5:30. helped hunny get out the door on his bike (i put air in tires and made him use his light even though it has no batteries), talked with n. from the garden yet again- she and j were going to pick up some things that they needed for the duck enclosure. signed my petitions that i had to turn in btw 6 and 7 and packed gym bag.
went over to garden at 6, tried to help a bit-- filled up water for chix and ducks, locked chickens' coop, things like that. eventually abusive j told me, "(name), you're not helping!" Excuse me, I hadn't gone in there expecting to pick up the fucking ducks. I was wearing clean fucking clothes. It was cold and I was hungry and exhausted- it was naptime. he was chasing them all around the enclosure and it was ridiculous. he had brought a dog crate to put them in, and either the crate or the ducks' swimming trough STANK SO BAD! i guess it could have been duck shit, but it really could have been dog shit in the crate.
anyhow, so i rushed to the lh to meet Mr. B about work shit. He gave me all kinds of lectures about things and I was so stressed out that I almost cried. I sat there for almost an hour, trying to decompress. it was a stressful day, and it was me and hunny's anniversary and valentine's day, AND i still had to go to the gym. I think I had about 28+14 signatures that I turned in (there are other partially-filled sheets at home). So that's, what, 42 signatures for 4.25 hours. Great. About $13 per hour. Last time I think I had 26 signatures for 3 hours, so I'm getting better. My throat hurts again.
Eventually I got there. I weighed myself and I now weigh the most ever. Since I got my period some 5 days ago, I have gained 2.5 pounds. Shows how much good going for long walks does. Zilch. so I had to have a normal length workout (well, an hour short on the back physical therapy) to start to make up for the weight gain and not having lifted weights in a week.
Then i came home and still had to eat. no time to write stories for the site. no time to play with kitty.
having watched some tv and reposted the most important things that weren't on the site yet, it's 12:30 and i still have to wash the dishes. great!
email me at haydees@gmail.com
Check out the day I had:
had a 9am psychiatrist appt, got out of bed finally at like 8:50
dr said she would fax in my new prescription (refill zoloft plus new minimal dosage of wellbutrin) by noon.
had a 10:45am chiropractor appt scheduled
got phone call around 10am that one of the garden's new ducks had been killed (tho i had said that they needed shelter, they were not given any, and thusly one of them did not last 40 hours in the enclosure), had to make lots of calls back and forth with people about what to do (some folks offered to take them, which would have been fine by me since getting them was some stupid impulsive thing that someone at the garden went and did without thinking things through)
arrived at chiro at 11:00. Oops. Was in bad shape (I seem to have sprained my wrist when I was helping to move a truck that was stuck in the garden on Sunday, plus my back and neck are a mess), so I didn't leave till more like 11:30 after chatting with dr. she signed a petition. :)
talked with hunnybunch, then went to store to gather signatures for petitions. I estimate that I started around 11:45. Got a call from my weekly client at around 12:30. They are expanding their apt into another unit in their building, so their mortgage will double. They are laying me off soon. I suggested doing every other week for the remaining cleanings. he said they'd talk about it and get back to me.
signature gathered until 2:45, went to eat till 3:45
worked until it got too cold, went into store and got some booze and salad dressing for the artichokes that hunnybunch got at the farmers' market. went to pharmacy to pick up my meds.
got home, very cold and stressed, around 5:30. helped hunny get out the door on his bike (i put air in tires and made him use his light even though it has no batteries), talked with n. from the garden yet again- she and j were going to pick up some things that they needed for the duck enclosure. signed my petitions that i had to turn in btw 6 and 7 and packed gym bag.
went over to garden at 6, tried to help a bit-- filled up water for chix and ducks, locked chickens' coop, things like that. eventually abusive j told me, "(name), you're not helping!" Excuse me, I hadn't gone in there expecting to pick up the fucking ducks. I was wearing clean fucking clothes. It was cold and I was hungry and exhausted- it was naptime. he was chasing them all around the enclosure and it was ridiculous. he had brought a dog crate to put them in, and either the crate or the ducks' swimming trough STANK SO BAD! i guess it could have been duck shit, but it really could have been dog shit in the crate.
anyhow, so i rushed to the lh to meet Mr. B about work shit. He gave me all kinds of lectures about things and I was so stressed out that I almost cried. I sat there for almost an hour, trying to decompress. it was a stressful day, and it was me and hunny's anniversary and valentine's day, AND i still had to go to the gym. I think I had about 28+14 signatures that I turned in (there are other partially-filled sheets at home). So that's, what, 42 signatures for 4.25 hours. Great. About $13 per hour. Last time I think I had 26 signatures for 3 hours, so I'm getting better. My throat hurts again.
Eventually I got there. I weighed myself and I now weigh the most ever. Since I got my period some 5 days ago, I have gained 2.5 pounds. Shows how much good going for long walks does. Zilch. so I had to have a normal length workout (well, an hour short on the back physical therapy) to start to make up for the weight gain and not having lifted weights in a week.
Then i came home and still had to eat. no time to write stories for the site. no time to play with kitty.
having watched some tv and reposted the most important things that weren't on the site yet, it's 12:30 and i still have to wash the dishes. great!
email me at haydees@gmail.com
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