No Glare Report 10/14/04; V. bad night
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pegkerrI don't often talk about it, but work sucked today. I have been assigned to the project from hell, calling counties in Tennessee to try to get them to send me information which they all swear up and down they don't have.
I can't even do a Glare Report. I didn't read research during lunch, frittering my brain away on mindless magazines instead. The muse will doubtless require a pound of my flesh in recompense. I tried to appease her by sweating away on the elliptical machine at the office building gym after work. God, that thing is boring. I much prefer doing my workout DVDs, but I have to do something to fill the time until Fiona's afterschool bus arrives from school, and figured I might as well get my workout in after work. Fiona's school bus was a half hour late after school. She left school at 4:30 and didn't get to the day care until 5:45 (the school is a mere 10 minutes away by car).
I came home and made dinner in a dirty kitchen because Rob didn't do the dishes last night. Tonight, instead of reading research or writing, I
1. searched for an hour through stacks of paper and mail for the invitation to the wedding we've been invited to tomorrow night without finding it
2. planned the week's meals and made the grocery list
3. snapped continually at the girls for roughhousing and failing to settle down to cleaning their room or doing their homework, and
4. struggled to reconcile my checkbook, but it looks as though my daycare has screwed up the automatic withdrawal again. I must go speak with their bookkeeper again. God, I wish they could get it straight.
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sdn, I am reading to the girls from Goose Chase. We are all loving it. It was the only bearable thing about the whole evening.
I can't even do a Glare Report. I didn't read research during lunch, frittering my brain away on mindless magazines instead. The muse will doubtless require a pound of my flesh in recompense. I tried to appease her by sweating away on the elliptical machine at the office building gym after work. God, that thing is boring. I much prefer doing my workout DVDs, but I have to do something to fill the time until Fiona's afterschool bus arrives from school, and figured I might as well get my workout in after work. Fiona's school bus was a half hour late after school. She left school at 4:30 and didn't get to the day care until 5:45 (the school is a mere 10 minutes away by car).
I came home and made dinner in a dirty kitchen because Rob didn't do the dishes last night. Tonight, instead of reading research or writing, I
1. searched for an hour through stacks of paper and mail for the invitation to the wedding we've been invited to tomorrow night without finding it
2. planned the week's meals and made the grocery list
3. snapped continually at the girls for roughhousing and failing to settle down to cleaning their room or doing their homework, and
4. struggled to reconcile my checkbook, but it looks as though my daycare has screwed up the automatic withdrawal again. I must go speak with their bookkeeper again. God, I wish they could get it straight.
sdn, I am reading to the girls from Goose Chase. We are all loving it. It was the only bearable thing about the whole evening.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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