so long, so sick, so not looking forward to this week
It's been so long since I updated my blog that I couldn't remember how to start a new post on the updated Blogger thing. Dashboard. You know, whatever that page is called where you go to update your blog.
Anyway, I'm here now. What should we blog about? Oh yeah.
So Long
It's been so long because CRIKEY I have been depressed, and when I'm not depressed I'm at work. And then work depresses me even more because, you know, it's work.
I definitely place way too much value on work. I also spend too much time there, and I care too much about doing a good job. Before you say, "M___ (whatever name you know me by), You can change this about yourself." No. I cannot. I have tried repeatedly, and it is impossible for me not to care. Like when they called me an hour ago about work. On a SUNDAY. I mean, really? REALLY? (sorry, I liked Kermit & Seth last night on SNL)
So yeah, another year down the drain where all I have to show for it is a good performance review (in all likelihood).
So Sick
Readers, I have been sick forever (really just 7 days but I am a drama queen). I'm sure it's no worse than any other cold or virus or bug that I typically get at the holidays, but it's just added to my damn depression. And now the holidays.
Bah.
This Week
This week is Thanksgiving. It is also the week of my father's 70th birthday. My mother wanted to throw him a huge, fancy surprise party. She contacted all the family, made threats last January lest any of my 4 stepsisters decide they couldn't attend, and then kept it a surprise. Until August. In August, she and my father had a huge row and, in retaliation, she told him she was throwing him a surprise party (don't ask, she's a complicated woman-I'm like her). To fight back, my dad said, "I don't want a party."
And here we are barely having a party, barely having any family come in for it, and my parents are at each others throats. So, you know, Thursday and Friday are going to suck.
For myself, this will be the first time I've been around any (or all) of my stepsisters in about 6 years. This was a conscious effort on my behalf as I really don't think my presence is appreciated by any (or all - well, I think 1 or 2 of them like me) of my stepsisters. We put on a good show though.
Actually to talk about my stepsisters and our complicated history is another blog post for another day. Maybe next week when I'm still fraught with tension and emotion after having to spend a weekend with them.
Sigh.
So long, so sick, and so not looking forward to this week.
Anyway, I'm here now. What should we blog about? Oh yeah.
So Long
It's been so long because CRIKEY I have been depressed, and when I'm not depressed I'm at work. And then work depresses me even more because, you know, it's work.
I definitely place way too much value on work. I also spend too much time there, and I care too much about doing a good job. Before you say, "M___ (whatever name you know me by), You can change this about yourself." No. I cannot. I have tried repeatedly, and it is impossible for me not to care. Like when they called me an hour ago about work. On a SUNDAY. I mean, really? REALLY? (sorry, I liked Kermit & Seth last night on SNL)
So yeah, another year down the drain where all I have to show for it is a good performance review (in all likelihood).
So Sick
Readers, I have been sick forever (really just 7 days but I am a drama queen). I'm sure it's no worse than any other cold or virus or bug that I typically get at the holidays, but it's just added to my damn depression. And now the holidays.
Bah.
This Week
This week is Thanksgiving. It is also the week of my father's 70th birthday. My mother wanted to throw him a huge, fancy surprise party. She contacted all the family, made threats last January lest any of my 4 stepsisters decide they couldn't attend, and then kept it a surprise. Until August. In August, she and my father had a huge row and, in retaliation, she told him she was throwing him a surprise party (don't ask, she's a complicated woman-I'm like her). To fight back, my dad said, "I don't want a party."
And here we are barely having a party, barely having any family come in for it, and my parents are at each others throats. So, you know, Thursday and Friday are going to suck.
For myself, this will be the first time I've been around any (or all) of my stepsisters in about 6 years. This was a conscious effort on my behalf as I really don't think my presence is appreciated by any (or all - well, I think 1 or 2 of them like me) of my stepsisters. We put on a good show though.
Actually to talk about my stepsisters and our complicated history is another blog post for another day. Maybe next week when I'm still fraught with tension and emotion after having to spend a weekend with them.
Sigh.
So long, so sick, and so not looking forward to this week.
