26 September 2006

busy, busy

I can’t believe I haven’t updated in so long. Here’s a synopsis of what’s going on.

I spent the weekend at my brother’s house because he may or may not have been suicidal and his wife completely left town leaving him to deal with the two kids by himself. Who does that???

My brother emailed me today because when his wife got back into town she berated him so severely that he was incapacitated today and couldn’t even go to work. He’s going to see his psychiatrist tomorrow. I hope he doesn’t lose his job.

My job is driving me nuts. Former Supervisor has decided to bother me and my boss just wants me to placate her so she won’t make his life a living hell. My boss fully understands that he’s asking me to do her work for her (even though she makes $30k+ more than I do), but he basically begged to do it right now because he doesn’t want to hear her bitch. Nice. (deep breath)

I leave for Nepal next Friday and I have very little money to take. Where did it all go? I get paid while I’m over there, thankfully, but jesus. Could I have planned this a little better? I’ve totally screwed myself. Thank god I’m going someplace cheap and thank god my hotels and transportation are paid for.

I am so incredibly tired. I’m still working out regularly and while I did make a detour in the eating properly department this weekend, I’m back on track with that. My trainer can’t understand why I haven’t lost more weight, but I know it’s because I eat like crap on the weekends. But my body fat percentage is good, so I know I’m on the right track. I just hope I don’t go crazy while I’m on vacation.

I really, really, really don’t want to go to work tomorrow. There’s just so much to do between now and the time I leave. It’s depressing and I don’t have any time to goof off at work. And I don’t really have any time to goof off when I’m not at work. Like tonight. It’s 9:53 and I just sat down on the couch about twenty minutes ago to write this entry. I’ve been going nonstop since 7 am. I’m freaking tired and I hate not having any breathing room to get things done.

One other complaint: the phone. I should be grateful that people call me, I know that. But you know, I don’t want to talk on the phone anymore. And my good friend Dave called me this evening, but I couldn’t even bear to talk to him because I had already spent so much time talking to my brother, talking to my sister and talking to Jeff and British Chris. I just didn’t have it in me to carry on another conversation.