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Work sucks. We are still running around in little groups that aren't talking to other groups, and no one really knows what is going on. My "acting" lead (who is a peer of mine) is continuing the fine tradition of management via benign neglect, which would be fine except for the fact that after almost 4 months of feature team meetings, I still am kinda hazy on the details of what we're doing. And I'm dispirited enough by this that I've slipped back into apathetic slacker mode. Work? What work? I don't want to try and parse some sense out of the 8 gazillion documents for my feature team, I'd rather twiddle around on the web.
I really should go talk to my "acting" lead, but every time I do that, he says a lot of things that sound good and coherent at the time. A few hours later, everything is lost in the fog again.
Bah. I don't wanna be here.
On the positive side of things, I used the Accursed Machine on Monday AND worked out with the belly dance tape last night. And the tape didn't seem to be that strenuous of a work out. I guess the past 4 weeks of going dancing at Grind is increasing my endurance. Yay me. Maybe I'll switch to using the slightly-more-intense belly dance tape; maybe this time it won't make me feel like falling over.
My rummage sale seems to be going well - people are clamoring for things. The difficult part is going to be not spending the money on the various items of clothing I keep finding on the web. No no no, must save for Japan. Where Shechem and I will wander about, being our fabulous selves, then go collect The Husband from his signing gig to go find even MORE fun things to do.
Of course, first I need to find where The Husband put my damn passport. 'Cos *I* certainly don't know where it is.
gaaaah. Maybe I'll go talk to my feature team lead now, and see if he knows what is going on. Then I'll email the gothic.net overlord and ask when I'll be seeing the next payment for my writing. There, two constructive things to go do, which just might help lift my apathy. Maybe.
I really should go talk to my "acting" lead, but every time I do that, he says a lot of things that sound good and coherent at the time. A few hours later, everything is lost in the fog again.
Bah. I don't wanna be here.
On the positive side of things, I used the Accursed Machine on Monday AND worked out with the belly dance tape last night. And the tape didn't seem to be that strenuous of a work out. I guess the past 4 weeks of going dancing at Grind is increasing my endurance. Yay me. Maybe I'll switch to using the slightly-more-intense belly dance tape; maybe this time it won't make me feel like falling over.
My rummage sale seems to be going well - people are clamoring for things. The difficult part is going to be not spending the money on the various items of clothing I keep finding on the web. No no no, must save for Japan. Where Shechem and I will wander about, being our fabulous selves, then go collect The Husband from his signing gig to go find even MORE fun things to do.
Of course, first I need to find where The Husband put my damn passport. 'Cos *I* certainly don't know where it is.
gaaaah. Maybe I'll go talk to my feature team lead now, and see if he knows what is going on. Then I'll email the gothic.net overlord and ask when I'll be seeing the next payment for my writing. There, two constructive things to go do, which just might help lift my apathy. Maybe.