This is the 21st century though, and we've got People magazine and Perez Hilton. So we can through that adage out the window.
Which actually brings me to the point. I've been finding it much much easier to skulk around other people's blogs lately then to keep the whitisms up on that one 'cause I'm feeling a bit stressed, possibly a bit more then usual. Maybe. Or maybe this is just my natural state, and I'm actually up to date with all my paperwork for a change so now I've got time to look at the heaps of everything else that I've neglected, instead of using those activities to distract me from stuff I didn't want to do.
Maybe.
Reading Nat's, Allison's and PC's blogs have given me reason to pause and find solstice in the blogging sisterhood. Last week I had a dental incident that still runs under par to what PC experienced, though kind of mimics the tone.
Earlier this week, I was advised that my office would be moving (a la Allison) to an inside channel (no windows, no longer) and that it would be cut in size to about half, or smaller. (Really no big deal on that one, as I felt I had a bit too much space to begin with. There are other issues that go with it though, including being partnered to sit next to the same colleague for the last five years. I really would like a change.) And then there's the whole change anxiety that Nat speaks of. All my change is happening while on French training. I get to come backto a changed/smaller office, possibly different duties and FRENCH TESTS at the beinging of April.
Meanwhile, I have yet to find some one who's transitioning children in school (I've got one going into secondary school, and one transitioning to the pre-preschool program); toilet training woes; any one dealing with another bout of "faux amis" (aka head lice);
I think I need a drink. Thank goodness Mike's got that one covered!
4 comments:
Between your story and Alison's, I am once again reminded why I am SO GLAD I don't work in an office with real actual people.
I shared an office (and a phone) with a total idiot moron jerk for a year. I had to go into our boss' office and threaten to quit in order for the powers-that-be to find another place for the total idiot moron jerk to work.
Change is so freaking difficult. People kept telling me to take time off in between gigs. I kept saying but I need to change NOW... I need to be making it normal... I need to not be freaked out.
Whatever you need help with you just let me know... even if it's coffee to practice le français one evening.
Hey...it's the least I could do! :) Thankfully, I don't have much of the rest going on, but I will -- in time.
I am so sorry about the office move, especially since it doesn't move you away from your constant companion. You have my condolences (on that last part in particular).
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