it’s managing people. i’m stuck between my bosses and my staff and nobody is happy with me. fuck.
i had a sexy sex dream about the guy who played khal drogo. (heather, he’s from game of thrones. i don’t know his name but you can google it. definitely not my “type,” but the dream was very hot.)
anyway, going to bed now.
horrid mood. absolutely horrid. judging everyone, hating everything, so uncomfortable. i don’t feel like explaining the whole thing— it’s not even interesting. the nutshell version is that i’m pissed off about some work stuff. and i’m pissed off at my clinical supervisor. i’m realizing as I write that i’m actually legit angry- not irritated or frustrated. hmmm. gonna have to deal with this later. but for now, tea and sympathy at the coffee shop.
i was parked at the gas station waiting for jon who was inside getting cash, so i decided to be productive and get all the old scented trees off the rearview mirror. well, the elastic strings of the trees were all tangled so i was just pulling down on the trees to get them off their strings, planning to cut the strings off when i got to work. i started out pulling them off one by one, and when i was down to about four trees, i just yanked on the whole bunch, and guess what? instead of pulling the trees off the mirror, i pulled the whole fucking mirror off of the windshield. so it was just dangling by a cord, where if i drove with it like that, it would swing all over the place and obstruct my view.
then husbo gets back in the car. i’m still a bit stunned by what i’ve just done, so i merely point mutely at the dangling mirror and chipped glass where it ripped off. he springs into action! he asks if i have a rubber band, and i don’t. (i’ve since remembered i have some elastic hair bands, but i’m pretty sure they would have been too small to be useful.) husbo digs through the glove box and comes up with dental floss. shifting into full-on macgyver mode, he rigs the mirror to the visor with the dental floss so it’s out of the way.
this is the result.
i can respect a person’s right to his or her own beliefs without having to respect that person or those beliefs.
puzzle break! still at the coffee shop after four hours. finished the crossword and next i’m going to do some sudoku. i have been doing various things over the course of the morning.
i facetimed with my parents, nieces and nephew for about an hour. i had my headphones on so i hope i wasn’t too obnoxious. my parents are in philly with the kids while brother and SIL are in jamaica. today is brother’s 40th birthday. the kids are very musical and are going to play happy birthday to him on various instruments (violins and trumpet is my guess, with my dad on flute, but i don’t know for sure).
i also spent a lot of time chatting with people i know. i think part of wanting to be at the coffee shop is that i want to defy the horrible weather (-2° F currently) by being out and about. i’d get really stir crazy if i just hunkered down at home— this winter has been so long, so relentless, and there’s no end in sight.
i’ll hang out here for maybe another hour or so, and then i think i’ll go get a massage later this afternoon, and then yoga this evening. it’s such a perfect day. i used to get really depressed on sundays. spending the day doing exactly whatever feels good to me works so much better. it’s restful and energizing at the same time, and prepares me to happily start a good week at a job i love.
i’m at my coffee shop drinking my tea and doing the nyt crossord. there is some mostly mellow but occasionally rockin’ coffeehouse music. y’know, like coldplay and that earnest singing dude shit? the music is not my, ahem, cup of team but otherwise, the vibe is so pleasant. i’m sharing the table near the outlets with another apple woman. in view are two macbooks, two iphones, an ipad, and an ipad mini. i think i’ll spend hours here.