i think i squeezed in three hours of sleep between my tossing and turning and mindless worrying.
it’d be a lot easier to sleep, i think, if i didn’t talk so damn much. my inner-voice is still that girl at the slumber party who doesn’t want to go to sleep. she’s always the last one awake, just yammering away hoping someone might respond.
tomorrow i have my annual review at work. to say that i’m nervous is the understatement of the year. it didn’t go so swell last year, and this year i want even more and the tension is unbearable. and really i just wonder if he’s ever going to address the fact that nearly a year ago they let my coworker and fellow-copywriter go and never even discussed the added responsibilities and workload with me.
also, today is the former-outlaw’s birthday. my outlook popped up and reminded me this morning. i was hoping i’d forget. i did, however, delete the even from my calander and it will no long reoccur.
My husband has a high-level University admin job. Each year, before his evaluation, he is asked to make a list of his “accomplishments” (including failures) and a list of what he hopes to accomplish next year. He says putting this together refreshes his memory and sort of organizes his talkling points. I think it’s a good idea.
Here’s hoping the review goes better than you could ever imagine.
And – oh, crap – it’s my birthday today, too. (But hey, it’s also Liv Tyler’s, Pamela Anderson’s, Dan Ackroyd’s, Jamie Farr’s, and the late Princess Diana’s.)