That's me today.
It started off with a bang and I haven't wound down yet. I found out late yesterday that we had a big meeting at 8am today for project from hell. This is an enormous new system implementation we're working on - in phases. We're in the first, abysmal phase right now - slated to go live January 25th. Yeah. Uhm. NOT.
That's what the meeting was about - why that date is unrealistic and how on earth we're going to come up with a new one - that IS NOT the IT's proposal of 2/8.
It was chaos. It's funny. My team consists of a few people who are very outspoken, and a few people who are not. Shockingly - I fall into the former category. I am not in any way confident in my personal life (UNDERSTATEMENT) but I have managed to become confident in my career - which means I do my best to call a spade a spade without being a raving bitch, but without pussyfooting it either.
I had to do just that today. It got me all fired up and jittery.
** Side note. I ordinarily get to work between 8 and 8:10. My child, who was a natural early riser as an infant/toddler/preschooler, and still is on days that begin with S, loves to sleep on school days. I got into the habit of that being ok for the last 2 years because his before care didn't open until 7:30. This new one this year - 7. But we're still on the old schedule. Needless to say...G got major praise from me this morning for pleasantly, and without any major chaos or drama, getting his cute little (not so little!) self out of bed at 6:30 this morning. He may drive me batty, especially since he is a shrunken version of his father, but the kid has a heart of gold. I told him last night today had to be earlier due to a meeting I had - and when he woke up he said "I'll help you get to your meeting, Mom!" It almost makes up for his sneering at me tonight when I told him that getting undressed in the living room and dumping his karate clothes on the floor did not meet my expectation of the request to "get changed out of your karate clothes, put them away, and go up and take a shower". The kid can blow through 60 page of The Hobbit in an hour and knows his multiplication tables to 6 and learned division on his Chrismas break - I know he can follow 3 step instructions.
I then immediately went from that to another meeting with a DIFFERENT IT area about yet another thing they want us to just do. This would be great if it made any sense - but it does not so...I came out of that meeting and wrote up a recommendation as to why we should do it (luckily my boss agrees). Oh fun.
I then spent the bulk of the day navigating my way through the 230 unread emails I have somehow managed to accumulate since my November 2009 vacation and deal with all sorts of friend-related issues. How my life has gotten so twisted upside down is beyond me - but you wil likely note that as a recurrent theme here if you continue to read. I get myself into the oddest predicaments...being a good nice girl - not all it's cracked up to be.
Sticking true to my goals, I was off to the gym at 5.
I did INDEED land my very sore and feeling very old body on a much more acceptable elliptical today - this is the one with the arm workout that doesn't feel like some sort of form of ancient torture. HURRAY!! I was able to crank out 3.5 miles in 32 minutes. It was then that I realized how wound up I had gotten from the drama and chaos that was my day. When I got on the machine, my hands were shaking. SHAKING.
I'm sure it was partly that I was riled and partly that I have cut out - successfully for now -my daily chocolate fix from the vending machine (read: sugar crash). It was the shaking out of sheer chaos that had me slightly concerned.
My 32 minute journey on the elliptical resulted in only a small amount of people-watching - nothing too earth-shattering today although I did see those quasi-pubescent boys again. Odd. Oh and I love watching the one trainer there who has every.single.one of his clients learn the weird gymnastics moves he tends to favor. One is good for abs, though, so I've stolen it. SCORE! Didn't even have to pay for the private training.
I accomplished the major feat of hitting the 1 inch mark on sock #1 last night. YAY! This means the cuff is done! Only 3 days. It's a miracle. Now it's about 7 inches of knit until I tackle the heel. By my rough calculations...we're looking at the end of January. That's when I'll START the heel. And only if I keep up this pace. That's some slow-going.
Ok, so I'm adding some pics of recent projects - thought that might be fun! Let me know what you think.
The first one is a mantel scarf - my living room is blue and a sort of beach theme (lighthouses really). I need to put a back on it and then I am going to machine quilt it (I think).
Second one is a set of hats I just made this past week for the girls who live next door.
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