my shoulders are in knots. i am coiled tight, a spring waiting to pop. my vacation could not come at a better time. my work ethic rating has slid into negative numbers. i don’t think i’ve done much of anything in the past week. but the launch went off with only a small hitch. yay!
the creative team, which i am a part of, is having a “come to jesus,” as my boss likes, to call it with the web team. things have not been going smoothly. we’re like a giant dysfunctional family that’s just stopped talking to one another. not conducive to productivity. that meeting’s at 10am tomorrow. when that’s over, my vacation will officially start, regardless of what time i actually physically leave the building.
my friend glenn arrives at 11:30 tonight. wahoo! of course i still haven’t finished cleaning my apartment, which attributes to the knots in the shoulders.
so, i do what ever young woman does when her stress level has reached it’s peak. i went shopping. i blew $100 on slippery, shiny, satiny underthings. i am now in possession of an orange bra that make my breasts look fan-fucking-tastic. i think it will be my favorite for a long time to come.
this is my forced 30 mintues of relaxation time. but it’s not very relaxing. i am a fidgeter when i am stressed out. my foot hasn’t stopped shaking once. blech.
well, i am off to vaccuum the cat hair emporium i call carpet. wish me luck.