So. How bad is it, upon learning a FedEx carrier plane skid off the runway during last night's snow storm, the only thing I could think of was, "please don't let that be the plane carrying my packages, please don't let that be the plane carrying my packages!" Instead of, yanno, "Wow, I hope no one was hurt?"Pretty bad, huh? And I am pretty sure it might have been that very plane carrying my packages, because all day I was logged on to the FedEx site tracking my stupid package to Vancouver carrying the stupid spots that need to be on stupid television next week and it had still yet to be delivered to the stupid television station as of 4pm today even though they needed it at noon in order to make it on stupid television next week.
Well, maybe it wasn't the plane, more likely it was customs, because lately none of my international packages have been clearing as quickly as I need them to. No matter how much I plan ahead. O, how the world conspires against me. Especially those Canadians. O, Canada�what have I ever done to you?
Wait, don't answer that cuppajoe!
Have I mentioned work has gotten to me lately? No? Not from the past 2 or 3 entries? Well, I will be as vague as possible because we all know where work conversations on the internets will get you, but FUUUUCK have I been stressed out.
You see, awhile back, there was a promotion of sorts that while I still maintain a my creative duties, I have taken on a lot more of the managerial stuff that I swore I wouldn't do because it might kill me. And while it�s been good in some ways it has been a nightmare in many others. Mainly because I have been unable to relax because there is all of the stuff that is just now so totally out of my control I literally wake up in the night after dreaming of freaking spreadsheets and budgets and deadlines and numbers and my jaw aches. Clearly, I was right, it is killing me. In the slowest. Freaking. Way. Possible.
I am being crushed to death by information.
Well, at least with all of this snow I have the perfect excuse to just sit the fuck inside for a couple of days under a blanket watching shitty television and maybe walk to the Y to swim and quit thinking about information for awhile or pretty much quit thinking at all. Until it all catches up with me again on Monday.
The funny thing is, on my way home from work I stopped by the grocery store to pick up some things and there were, of course, a million people also buying a few things as they prepared for the weekend. You know, like the lady behind me who was stocking up on the Lite N' Fit � yogurt and Swiffer Wet Pads� and Kleenex�, then the lady behind her who had a literal, cart full of nuts and berries. Seriously. A cart FULL of just nuts. And Berries.
Then of course, there was me with my diet coke, 6-pack O� Beer�, popcorn, coffee, cereal and scads of instant Pad Thai noodles.
Clearly we all cope in our own ways.
Cue up the Loverboy! Annfrankenstein is Working for the Weekend! Time to submerge myself in shitty television!
Man, I suck.
See ya on Monday.
xox
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