Colloquial
Friday, February 25, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Getting There?
I have an entry that's about half-way done. I have at least three hours of homework ahead of me today, followed by at least three hours of offloading our belongings out of the mini-storage and back into the garage (it took us (Calvin) two days to install the mother-blessed garage door opener. Why didn't we just pay Sears the $100 bucks and let them do it?!?). I really need to go grocery shopping and clean the kitchen. Oh, dammit, and there's another couple of loads of laundry to do, even though I did ALL the laundry and PUT IT ALL AWAY (the astonishment!) on Friday. Lo, the laundry, she is like the Gremlin in her procreative nature. Somebody's been feeding Calvin's britches after midnight. I suspect the cat.
I don't get it. I've been crazy busy every single day this weekend - Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and now today - and it's supposed to be a holiday. And yet I am this behind on getting things done. But the thing I have the most irritation over is not being able to finish up that entry. There are things to tell the world about, and resorting to the weblog is not satisfying my writer lust. Neither is writing case summary reports and a research paper on the fascination that is Business Law of the 21st Century.
Huh. I think I'm stressing. It's probably because of the interview I had on Friday (one of the many subjects contained in the entry-that-is-not-yet). I'm looking to switch groups within AcronymCo. So, we shall see how that goes. The interview went well, I think, but I won't be devastated if I don't get the position. I like the job I have now, I just don't think I'm getting fairly compensated for it. Really, isn't that the feeling of most of Corporate America?
So. Calvin's at work today, Marie's still gone on a camping trip with her boyfriend and his family, and I have a few hours of silence (mostly, if Gadget would stop barking at AIR. Supid dog.) in which to pound out some homework. I just wanted to check in with everyone. If anyone missed me. Sometimes writing on the 'net is like shouting into a void - not even echoes come back.
Heh. On that note...












