Wake Me Up When September Begins

Well, less then week to go in the busy stretch of work. I've got 3 days left on a 7 day stretch of work. That isn't even thinking about all the invoicing and credit memo paperwork that I have to catch up on. Me, all alone. Could almost cry at the thought of it. But I've been so busy that I haven't had a chance to think about the one thing that would really make me cry, my brother has reported for active duty. I've been to busy to watch the news, and it's a good thing. The news now makes me cry.

Is It Over Yet?

Retail has its ups and downs. Right now, I can't tell the difference. The next three weeks will be sheer insanity at work. Last night was the first time, since I started this job in February, that this job kept me from getting a good night's sleep.

Paperwork, and I mean small mountains of it, have started to form on my desk. It's going to get a lot worse before it gets a lot better. My mom is probably cringing at the thought, as she knows how disorganized I can get. I'm actually going in to work Saturday, even though I am unscheduled. I think I'm going to have to surrender my illusions of getting caught up and will have to settle for not falling further behind. While I don't have to do much physical work, the paperwork has increased exponentially.

I'm too exhausted to cook when I get home. I was all excited at the thought of going to bed early this evening when the b/f shows me the notice that we received about exterminators spraying all the apartments tomorrow. Instant paranoia that the property management will see what a slob I am hit me. I've been cleaning ever since and am now reasonable satisfied with the appearance of the apartment. Plus, I won't have nearly as much to do during my abbreviated weekend.

It should also please my mom that I am actually doing housework. It pleases me that I found time to post more than a five sentence blurb.

Details at 11

A young woman takes her unsuspecting boyfriend to her hometown for a day. Baked beans, a church festival, and small town gossip ensue. Details on my boyfriend's outstanding debut tomorrow.

Sensory Overload

I can't even imagine what it would be like to have ADD. Lately there has been so much that I have wanted to write about that I have found it difficult to focus on any one thing.

It makes me think of what my mom recently told me about my beloved 80-year-old aunt. She gets emotionally overwhelmed watching the news because current world events are so distressing. It leaves me wanting to make the world a better place because this woman deserves one.

For me, it's not so bleak. There are the relationship quirks that I recently noticed in my b/f that I've been dying to write about, but I am still trying to keep our relationship out of Misc Karen because I know he's a private person. All the truly interesting stuff about work can't be mentioned because heaven help they find it and fire me. Politics always interest me, but I don't really want to pigeonhole myself. Besides, writing about Roberts, Rove, or anything else in the news right now seems a bit obvious. I don't really want to write about anything until I have some insight.

All this stuff bubbling, but none of it edible. Maybe for now, it will just have to be enough to let you know that I'm trying to work my way through it rather than waiting until I've got something good or have forced something mediocre.

Reward

I really need to knock off the cheap jokes about my boss. Today, I was surprised to find out about bonuses. I got a check that was bigger than my paycheck. To celebrate, the b/f and I went out for an early dinner, and I think I am finally going to get some new glasses. A shopping spree in general. The b/f thought I should put all it towards my credit card. I probably will, I'll just match it in new charges.

Bribery

The summer sidewalk sale is in season. Working in retail means I get to take part in the, uh, delightful tradition again. In a heatwave no less. My solution? I took popsicles and ice cream sandwiches to work. No one noticed that I didn't haul in the merchandise at the end of the day.

Speechless

Well, not quite.

As you can see, I have outgrown the template cocoon, thanks to the help of the talented Jen. Jen has asked me to inform you that we are now in the debug phase of the new design, so everything should be settling into normal soon. The sidebar should be filling out nicely soon and there are lots of fun hidden links with more in the works.

I give up a night of reading the new Harry Potter book, that's how much I love this blog. Hope everyone is enjoying the changes as much as I am and hope you are having a good weekend.

Captain, I Think We Have a Problem

Well, the regulars have figured it out. Heck, anyone familiar with Blogger has figured it out. Misc Karen is still in template design, and the new one will not be up and running today as predicted. I've seen what Jen has done and it looks GREAT! Jen and I were on Yahoo messenger last night working (actually she was working, I was blabbing on and on) on the new design. The new target is early next week. So now it's like Christmas is a week long.

Dear Karl,

As my brother prepares for active military service, I have one request. Don't ever talk to anyone in the press about my brother or anyone he serves with. How about not talking about the military in general. Your demonstrated lack of judgment makes it clear that you don't know how to keep a secret.

Thanks!

Misc Karen

Sorrow

For the past 8 months, I have been involved with the founding of a community education non-profit. I'd say that I was on the Board of Directors, but the program is so much in it's infancy that there aren't even by-laws.

Two months ago, some new people came on board in our effort to develop our board of directors, and I have been miserable ever since. They don't like the name and want a different one (like it didn't take us two months to decide a name to begin with.) One of them rewrote the mission statement, including a phrase to which I have strong objections. The same person argued that the idea of "everyone has a voice" is inherent to the group wanted to have a large board of directors filled with the wealthy. I jokingly think of it as a Bush democracy.

Last night, I received the agenda for today's meeting and the latest draft of the by-laws and I wanted to cry. I was on the phone with Jen, who agreed that it was time for me to bail. She didn't even want me to use the excuse of transportation issues. She'll be disappointed to know that I only excused myself for the next few meetings.

Then I find out the person who got the ball rolling is moving out-of-state by month's end and is resigning. I am soooo outta there and the only question is how many bridges to burn on the way out. It makes me want to cry because this organization could have been something I was proud to be involved with.