OYE VEY! am I ever stressed out. It's been one heck of a day and it's not over yet. I have to have to do something about my work schedule. It's ridiculous. Today I've worked three different jobs - each completely different from the other: bookkeeping/admin to visual merchandising to retail management. No way can I keep this up. I thought if I blogged about it I'd feel better. So far it's working a bit. At least I sweat like a pig at Wilson's this afternoon because I was working so fast to get the displays done before leaving to come here to the store. This was the first day that Wilson's wasn't fun. I almost started crying when the forms I was working with starting leaning like the Tower of Piza. Some of the stands are wobbly and I was out of the non-wobbly ones. I'm at work #3 now. I don't know how people do it who work two full-time jobs to pay the bills. I'd be burnt toast. I've decided to close the store this Sunday so I can rest. Monday is the start of Christmas decorations at Wilson's and it's a big push to have everything done by Thanksgiving. Plus, it's pretty good money and I'm putting all I can toward paying down my credit card. I'm happy to report that I'm caught up on all of my bills, I've been able to pay back one person's loan, I'm chipping away at my back balance from therapy, and I've met my first goal in the credit card pay down: I've got it under $7,000. Next goal: have it under $6,500 by the end of the year. I don't feel well, though, spread way to thin.
WHAT I NEEDI need someone to drive me down to Baystate in Springfield on Wednesday for the MRI. We have to be there at 1 p.m., so we'd leave at noon just to play it safe. If you can give me a ride, please let me know. It dawned on me that in addition to everything that's going on, I have an MRI scheduled for next Wednesday, which is a follow-up to the MRI they did prior to surgery last fall. Of course, this must be triggering stress and fear. I hope someone can help with the drive.
I took two sleeping meds last night and did sleep a bit better. Plus I had the window way open so the room was cool, and I didn't read in bed. I just relaxed and laid there and started to get sleepy, turned off my light, and gradually fell asleep. I'll try that tactic again tonight. Last night one of my housemates and I watched Spike Lee's
When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts. Powerful and sad and exasperating. I can't believe Bush and his cronies got away with that scott free. It's a documentary plush with firsthand accounts, original footage, and a clear recounting of the events leading up to, during, and after the storm. The horrors of
Hurricane Katrina go well beyond unbelievable. So much could have been done by the Bush Administration that wasn't. Did you know that rather than tend to the emergency immediately after Hurricane Katrina hit, Secretary of State Condalisa Rice was confronted by a customer in a New York City department store where Rice was busy buying designer shoes? Then Rice went to see Monty Python's
Spamalot on Broadway. When the audience members began to recognize her the whole place booed. Can you imagine? Instead of responding with alacrity, President Bush celebrated John McCain’s birthday at Luke Air Force Base near Phoenix during his month-long vacation in Texas; Dick Cheney was fly fishing in Jackson, Wyoming; Secretary of Homeland Security Michael Chertoff, who oversaw FEMA, flew to Atlanta to attend a conference on the avian bird flu.
When the Levees Broke is hard to watch, but it's worth the discomfort. I had borrowed it from the library a while ago, but never watched it; I knew it would be too painful. I borrowed it again the other day and last night for some reason I was ready.
OK. I suppose I should work a little. I'm so excited to go home and get into my pajamas. Then tomorrow 12-8; Sunday off; Monday all day Christmas; Tuesday off; Wednesday MRI; Thursday all day bookkeeping then Christmas then evening at the store; Friday all day Christmas then evening at the store; Saturday PARTY! Not that my work schedule is of any interest to you, but it helps me to write it down (or type it down as the case may be). I've decided to give myself a break and have the food catered for the party. Nothing too fancy, probably yummy wraps cut in thirds, and a vegetable platter and some other fingery food. As low maintenance as possible. That feels like a good decision.
Ciao,
Sue (the one with the aching calves) mooooo
Sorry I haven't written as of late. On Monday a close friend of mine found out she has breast cancer. She's in her early thirties. I can't believe it. All of you women out there that don't get mammograms are playing with fire. She went in for a routine physical just on a whim, and the doc found a lump. She had an ultrasound biopsy last week, and found out yesterday: stage one. She was at my birthday party on Saturday and slept over after the party. We had a great time reconnecting (she's from out of state). I'm keeping her in my thoughts and prayers. It's a blessing to be able to help her. She is the first person close to me to get breast cancer. I know full well what she meant when she said, "It's just so surreal. I want to go back to sleep and wake up and start the day over again."
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