Lucky Me (Friday the 13th)

[fatrockstar]

Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.

Today I got p0wn3d by a change in plans nobody told me about. This resulted in me scrambling all day to produce documentation, or at least enough information to make my tech writer's job easier when he comes back on Monday. I thought I had two weeks when I was informed this morning that I only have one. Naturally, I panicked.

This probably wouldn't have been as big a deal if my tech writer didn't already have plans to leave early today. It's not like he's a yacht captain or anything -- his 40 hours were up and no overtime was approved. Plus, he had a big stressful weekend ahead of him. I apologized for asking so much of him on such short notice. He was cool as a cucumber as he smiled and told me what was possible, even with my aggressive involvement (because I did offer to help. It would be snooty of me not to).

I spent my day hunting down PM's and developers in an effort to make his task easy on Monday morning. I think I did well, although a number of my questions got me laughed at. I have averted disaster.

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In the course of my hectic day I missed lunch with my usual group and ended up eating a late lunch alone. Without the distraction of conversation I noticed a small tremor in my hands. Great. This has been creeping up on me ever since I started taking medication and is a known side effect, but I'm predisposed to the condition and that worries me.

My maternal grandmother had a tremor for as long as I can remember. By the time she was 65 she had to hold down her right hand with her left to sign her name. My cousin GP noticed she was developing a tremor a few years ago, and she's a year older than I am.

I'm making an appointment on Monday to see my doctor. Maybe I need to adjust my dose.

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Nothing has changed at home. Garret will return to the office on Monday come hell or high water. How do I know this? Because I said so. If he doesn't I will set his arse on the lawn and tell him to stay there for a couple of hours while I enjoy some solitude. Even though he rarely ventures from his cave, his presence is the only thing keeping me from enjoying any kind of alone time. Is that petty? He's home but not doing anything with me or in the same room, so I'm not really alone... "Alone" and "lonely" are not the same. Sometimes I just want to be "alone." It might relax me enough to clean this dump.

Maybe I should buy a tent and sleep in the back yard for a couple of days. Better than a real camping trip!

Comments

[mrshellion.livejournal.com]

I've got the camping bug for years now... I'll come over and we'll camp out together. Leave the bitches at home.

[winifred.livejournal.com]

My backyard has a great view of the sky, despite being in the 'burbs. It's also a decent size (in my opinion anyway) to get away from the house but still be close enough to go inside to use the bathroom. We can skip the tent and just stare at the stars in our sleeping bags.

All I need now is a fire pit, and then it's s'mores time, baby!