Friday, June 18, 2010

One Week At A Time

I am so worn out this week and it is mainly just mental. At lunch they were discussing how a person could be happy anywhere if they set their mind to it. They were speaking mostly about locations but it is the same for situations. Work has been a drag lately mostly because I am spending too much time wishing it was over. Well, now it is over, at least for the next 2 days so I don't have to think about it. It is a becoming a distant memory already.

No real plans for this weekend. I will just work on whichever project catches my eye. There are so many projects that I end up jumping from project to project...then it is time for a nap. The weather will be 101 all weekend so I won't be doing much outside except watering my trees. Oh, and walking the dogs. Hopefully we won't run in to any poisonous critters this time.

6 comments:

Lizzie said...

Almost ready to be living in the mobile home soon?

Over the Cubicle Wall said...

That's my problem with work. The more I think about it being over with the more I seem to dislike it.

Dave said...

"Why am I still working here?" was what I asked my trusted coworker/friend every time we ate lunch together, especially in 2007-2008 in the months before I finally gave my resignation notice. I often asked myself that same question when I was in the elevator, on the train, daydreaming at my desk......you get the idea.

Funny how I stopped asking myself that question AFTER I gave my resignation notice. :)

Daizy said...

Lizzie, I've kind of stalled on that project. I am spending most of my time in the mobile home since the bathroom works, the computer is in there and I sleep there. Moving the cat in has started to sound like a bad idea. I think she needs her own room with a window instead of my plan to stick her under the counter. That means I need to move my stuff out of the extra room and stick it under the counter so that she has some space. That's a big project. Not sure I will tackle it before the summer months are over.

Daizy said...

Over the Cubicle, it also makes relating to my coworkers harder. They want to know what I'm thinking and what I am thinking is that I want to get far away from them and the job. I need to be able to talk about polite things like shopping, restaurants and movies so that I fit in.

Daizy said...

Dave, how nice that you had someone to commiserate with. How lovely it will be when this job is a distant memory like yours.