|Mood:||Like somebody’s got a case of the Mondays|
|Music:||Misfits-Night of the Living Dead|
I figured it’s been long enough since you read about my feelings, so a little recap is in order. The short version (but we all know you come here for the long stuff) is that everything is still going well. I had some first day jitters again on Monday, but the rest of the week was much better.
Wednesday, I had two meetings, which was a first since I’ve been back. The first meeting was for an awards committee I volunteered for. The committee was made up of people from outside my division. Three of them were from other divisions and the last was from one of the other organizations here on campus. So, the people from the other divisions had presumably been to the meeting and heard all about me. The guy from the other organization had no idea, so it was an interesting experience. And there were only five of us, so I had to like, speak up and offer my opinions about who I thought should get this award. Later that day, I had my semi-weekly editorial review board meeting. And that went well too. On Friday, my boss came up to my office to check in on me and make awkward small talk. He’s funny. He always shuts the door so as to maximize privacy, but our walls are so thin, my neighbor can actually hear my hair growing. So he’s not turning my office into a cone of silence, but I appreciate his discretion.
Outside of work…I still feel uncomfortable a lot of the time. It’s like I need to try harder because I don’t know the outside people. I still get out and run errands, but it’s nowhere near as easy as it was, say two years ago. That’s getting better too, but I’d like to move on already.
I was still really tired during the day for most of the week. I’m still thinking this is due to the stress of always being “on” and the low-level worry that goes with it. My sister made a good point the other day when she said that the exhaustion could be a way for my body to reset itself from months of soul-crushing stress and worry. I was able to get through Friday without violently falling asleep at my desk, but it was hard to stay up much later than The McLaughlin Group (omg I love that show). So, I’m going to try and listen to what my body is yelling at me and take it easy for the next n days.
So far I’ve managed to get to work (but not on time), feed myself, and run a very few errands whilst looking presentable, but that’s it. The house was a total sty by the end of the week, I still have about 132 more errands to run, and I couldn’t figure out a way or find the energy to exercise at all. I’m still driving to work as getting it together enough to take the bus still seems, mathematically speaking, like a nontrivial problem. So that’s the goal for the weeks to come…try to figure out how to manage the rest of my life without having to dump everything on Saturday. My electrologist suggested that I should try to do one small thing (like vacuum) per night during the week after work. I’m going to try doing that. It actually upsets me when I let the house go and it usually means something is broken in my life.
So yeah, no more dumping on Saturdays. I have electrolysis most every Saturday morning and, up until now, I had been playing Miss Mopeypantsfeelsorryforherselfallday, because, you know electrolysis is awful. But that has kind of lost its luster of late. The weather is getting to be the awesome and I’m looking less and less like a hamburger-faced freak afterwards, so maybe I should just buy myself an apology doughnut on Saturdays and get on with the rest of my life. I have a four day weekend (neener, neener) this week and I’m going to try and have a good time with it.
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