Too Much...

...of everything. I am getting ready to embark on a 3 week business trip tomorrow. I leave my hovel tomorrow and don't return to said hovel until the 15th. That sucks.

Work is crazy right now. It is just this side of that special kind of overwhelming that can lead one to be paralyzed with anxiety. My immediate co-workers are super helpful and supportive. Outside of our inner circle, it get extremely dicey. It's so bad with some people that I am convinced that they are working against me...and I'm not being paranoid about that.

Since work is consuming all aspects of my life, thanks work; I'm not working out like I am accustomed too. I really need to find the time...no matter how long a day it has been, to make sure that I get some kind of exercise in. I would help the stress situation and the "me kicking my ass for not working out" situation. Eating has been OK...must not consume french fries this week...that's really the only thing I have gone off the rails on.

I have to go pack my suitcase. I've been putting it off all night...

Shout Out

I frequently get peeps commenting on the cartoons that I post here. A majority of them are by the fabulous Natalee Dee. She is a cartoonist out of Columbus, Ohio. She makes me laugh daily with her depraved sense of humor. You should check her out at http://www.nataliedee.com.

I Want One

This week isn't going so well and it is only Tuesday. I've had an 1100 square feet of carpet go missing. I've had AT&T tell me they are available everywhere I need but in one little town; where school starts next Friday. Other departments are making me crazy because they are so unorganized. I have 3 more weeks of this...I don't know if I am going to make it.

60 hours

My 60 hour furlough from working has started. I know that it is sad that my time away from work consists from 7:00 on Friday night to 7:00 on Monday morning. It is what it is. I keep reminding myself that things will eventually calm down...eventually.

Not My President Strikes Again

I too would like to be able to invoke executive privilege. I wouldn't need to use it for outing a CIA agent. I would use it when accounting questions my expense reports and when people ask me what I think when they meant for the question to be rhetorical.

Shattered

I feel just like my rental car windshield. I'm doing my job as best I can, but when you keep throwing things at me they will eventually start breaking me down. You throw enough things and the cracks can't support things anymore and things will give way; leaving me covered in tiny little shards some that I can see and some that I can't. As far as yesterday's fiasco with the road debris...I'm fine. Work...day to day.

What the Hell

Apparently am training for the Olympics...Is brain fucking an exhibition sport in Beijing? It kept me up last night when I needed to be the girl up at 6 this morning to get myself to the airport. Work is killing me right now; that in combination with the normal swirl of insecurities and crazy makes my brain a DMZ. It is scary up in my head. I think I need an escort to wonder about in my own thoughts. This can't be good for a girl.

Why I Loathe Shopping

I attempted to go shopping yesterday. I was an exercise in frustration and futility. Apparently in my universe I can loose nearly 40 lbs and not change sizes according to every freaking store that I walked into. That combined with the fact that no talls were tall enough was just enough to send me over the edge. I found one article of clothing that is made that I can actually wear...a pencil skirt, a piece of clothing that seems to allow for the fact that I am, minus my huge rack, one of the least curvy women you will ever meet. Too bad the matching jacket was made for someone with no shoulders and a bird chest. One of these days I will find clothes that fit me and then I will have to find something else to bitch about.