Sick, Tired
I went to Southern California for a three-day meeting for work. I came back and then got sick. I blame the hectic schedule and bad air quality for depressing my immune system and the air travel for exposure to unusual germs.
I've been reminding myself that being kind includes being kind to myself.
I then went out of town on vacation, which would have been more fun if I hadn't been sick. Honestly, if I hadn't already paid for the hotel (I did the Priceline name your own price thing), I would have just stayed home and slept.
Grieving
One of my coworkers passed away on Tuesday morning. She'd been battling cancer and out of work on medical leave for almost two years. I found that I didn't get much done at work yesterday or today. Her service is next Friday. We had planned for our team's annual retreat to be next Friday. This retreat has already been bumped once by a funeral and again by a training. Coworker O suggested we just stop planning it.
Stuck
As I think I've mentioned, cleaning and organizing is one way I deal with anxiety. I did take a whole box of stuff to work today (and then my coworkers wouldn't let me get rid of the rock-based turtle I made in kindergarten and put it on the counter in our office space). I feel very stuck because I've emptied out shelves and two of my three desks, and they're just sitting here taking up space. My brother's coming over today to see if he wants the shelves, and my parents just came back from Burning Man and will be figuring out space in their lives for one of the shelves and at least one of the desks. I don't want to tackle the things on the wall until I have my furniture figured out. I also want a new dining room table, but I haven't felt up to going shopping for one.
Lucky
A while ago, I saw an ad for The Rejection Collection: Cartoons You Never Saw and Never Will See in The New Yorker, and thought it sounded interesting. I put it on my "To Read" Amazon wishlist thinking I would browse through it in the bookstore or see if the library got it.
Some longer time ago, I joined The New Yorker Compass, which is basically an opportunity to take a bunch of marketing surveys. I'm a New Yorker subscriber, so I don't mind giving them feedback, and I like the idea that I'm skewing their results. Their questions make it obvious that they expect people taking the surveys to be a lot wealthier than I am. My favorite was the time they asked how much your watch cost. The lowest option? Under $200.
As incentive for taking their surveys, they offer you a chance to enter a drawing. I usually don't do that, because I don't want any of the stuff they're giving away. The last time, though, they were giving away copies of The Rejection Collection, so I entered my name. Today, they emailed me to say I won! Yay!
I went to Southern California for a three-day meeting for work. I came back and then got sick. I blame the hectic schedule and bad air quality for depressing my immune system and the air travel for exposure to unusual germs.
I've been reminding myself that being kind includes being kind to myself.
I then went out of town on vacation, which would have been more fun if I hadn't been sick. Honestly, if I hadn't already paid for the hotel (I did the Priceline name your own price thing), I would have just stayed home and slept.
Grieving
One of my coworkers passed away on Tuesday morning. She'd been battling cancer and out of work on medical leave for almost two years. I found that I didn't get much done at work yesterday or today. Her service is next Friday. We had planned for our team's annual retreat to be next Friday. This retreat has already been bumped once by a funeral and again by a training. Coworker O suggested we just stop planning it.
Stuck
As I think I've mentioned, cleaning and organizing is one way I deal with anxiety. I did take a whole box of stuff to work today (and then my coworkers wouldn't let me get rid of the rock-based turtle I made in kindergarten and put it on the counter in our office space). I feel very stuck because I've emptied out shelves and two of my three desks, and they're just sitting here taking up space. My brother's coming over today to see if he wants the shelves, and my parents just came back from Burning Man and will be figuring out space in their lives for one of the shelves and at least one of the desks. I don't want to tackle the things on the wall until I have my furniture figured out. I also want a new dining room table, but I haven't felt up to going shopping for one.
Lucky
A while ago, I saw an ad for The Rejection Collection: Cartoons You Never Saw and Never Will See in The New Yorker, and thought it sounded interesting. I put it on my "To Read" Amazon wishlist thinking I would browse through it in the bookstore or see if the library got it.
Some longer time ago, I joined The New Yorker Compass, which is basically an opportunity to take a bunch of marketing surveys. I'm a New Yorker subscriber, so I don't mind giving them feedback, and I like the idea that I'm skewing their results. Their questions make it obvious that they expect people taking the surveys to be a lot wealthier than I am. My favorite was the time they asked how much your watch cost. The lowest option? Under $200.
As incentive for taking their surveys, they offer you a chance to enter a drawing. I usually don't do that, because I don't want any of the stuff they're giving away. The last time, though, they were giving away copies of The Rejection Collection, so I entered my name. Today, they emailed me to say I won! Yay!