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Sigh. Due to people having training classes and other people being in meetings and still other people having kid issues, I get to babysit the phones for two hours today, when I wasn't supposed to have to do it at all. Not that this is a really terrible thing, mind you; I just like to have the option of going somewhere else for a while at lunchtime. Since yesterday was Monday and tomorrow's Wednesday, I'll be minding the phones at lunch for three days in a row. At least it isn't my week to do it on Friday besides.
Also good: it's P&R day, so we're up to our ears in leftover fruit and bagels from this morning. If the afternoon session is getting fed too, we're going to be up past our ears in stuff.
I'm getting my hairs cut on Saturday. I think I'm going to have them cut VERY short, so they might look decent in five weeks when I go to San Diego. I don't think it's worth having two haircuts in five weeks. Right now I look shaggy, and it annoys me.
I was expecting the call reminding me about my haircut to be a call from my trombone teacher. So now I'm still expecting a call from him, about when exactly I'm going to have my lesson this week.
Work has sort of stalled, for the moment. I'm waiting for replies to a gazillion emails, and in the meantime I've gone as far as I can with the things that don't depend on replies. Every so often I'll have a day like that, and then the hydra that calls itself my to-do list grows another head or so and I pick up the pruning shears again. (I don't know where yesterday afternoon went; up until 2:30 I was trying to find something to do, and then I got into a copying and collating project and suddenly it was 4:45.)
Also good: it's P&R day, so we're up to our ears in leftover fruit and bagels from this morning. If the afternoon session is getting fed too, we're going to be up past our ears in stuff.
I'm getting my hairs cut on Saturday. I think I'm going to have them cut VERY short, so they might look decent in five weeks when I go to San Diego. I don't think it's worth having two haircuts in five weeks. Right now I look shaggy, and it annoys me.
I was expecting the call reminding me about my haircut to be a call from my trombone teacher. So now I'm still expecting a call from him, about when exactly I'm going to have my lesson this week.
Work has sort of stalled, for the moment. I'm waiting for replies to a gazillion emails, and in the meantime I've gone as far as I can with the things that don't depend on replies. Every so often I'll have a day like that, and then the hydra that calls itself my to-do list grows another head or so and I pick up the pruning shears again. (I don't know where yesterday afternoon went; up until 2:30 I was trying to find something to do, and then I got into a copying and collating project and suddenly it was 4:45.)