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Sep. 13th, 2005 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogMy manager told me that I need to go out to lunch more often. nine times
out of ten (or, more accurately, whenever I forget to bring food to eat with
me at work and I can't scrounge anything on site) I just stay at my desk
through lunch and work while I snack. Most days, doing that is a big help in
keeping caught up.
Today though, it's relatively quiet (which is a very good thing considering
how busy I was yesterday after a week of vacation) and I thought that, even
if I'm not precisely going out for lunch, I'd at least take an hour
or so to myself to do eat the nummy taco leftovers that my sweetie packed me
for lunch (thank you my love!) and do some writing. Of course, five minutes
after I started eating, the phone rang four or five time in succession. Too
bad; I'm at lunch and they can wait.
Vacation recap; things were pretty good. I felt a bit time-stressed through
the beginning of it, being down at the theatre and working as much as I was.
Still, I'm happy I could help; the lights for the production were passable
though I could have done better; I think I'm kind of rusty. The floor of
the lobby is truly leaps and bounds more attractive. I'm so glad I had a
part in that.
I spend quite some time on organizing computer type things. I have my mail
server switched over to IMAP and have actually started using the address
book functionality in my email program which, very strangely I suppose
considering how much of a geek I am, I have never used before.
So, if any of my readers would care to send me their email addresses and/or
other contact information, that would be lovely! I'll get everyone entered
into my little electronic black book and be able to find you all.
Though I put off and procrastinated straight through to Sunday, I did
finally manage to get the catboxes cleaned and the basement floor
mopped. It smells much better down there and Andrea feels better about
going down there and poking through our racks of ebay stock, so I feel good
about that. In fact, despite frequent worries and reservations about how
the week was going, I feel largely fulfilled at the end of it. I guess that
just serves to add credence to the theory that I should really just stop
stressing so much.
I was able to spend Friday afternoon and evening over at my parents' house
where I hung out with my brother listening to clips of tech-support calls.
"Every time I turn on my computer...you're there. Get off of
my computer!" Then, my mother,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
farmcat, and I watched
the documentary I downloaded for her, The End
of Suburbia. It's a presentation about the upcoming end of the age of
cheap energy and what the effects will be. I will probably write more about
that in a later entry (or several), but I highly recommend you watch it.
What didn't I get to do? I never worked at the forge. I only played DDR
twice. I didn't get any studying done or work with my router. But that's
ok. I'm feeling much more caught up in general and more able to devote time
to things like that in the future. Life is pretty good.
Then we come to Monday.
I was actually notably less behind than I thought I would be; that was quite
a relief after what I was mentally preparing for. I ended up staying pretty
late due to hardware problems with our tape backup system. I got home at
7:30 and missed the neighborhood watch meeting, but that's alright. Andrea,
on the other hand, did not, which is a whole other matter.
Originally, she was going to be at the Monday brainstorming meeting at the
theatre, but she elected not to go due to something that I was so sure I
would be able to avoid: political drama.
A simple opinion expressed under a reasonable expectation of confidence led
to the sort of confrontationalism and anger that has driven so many people
away from helping out at the Rhode Opera House and that continues to baffle
me coming from a community theatre. My reasons for involvement in the
Lakeside Players, just as they were three years ago, are centered around the
beautiful building they call home. I want to see Lakeside succeed because I
want to see our theatre, my theatre, flourish and be restored. Even if I
had a good enough facial memory to keep track of all the players in our
Kenosha game of houses (which I don't), I would not care enough to.
I am there to preserve the building by producing theatre good enough to make
us enough money to try struggle by for another year. In the end, isn't that
why everyone is there? You don't have to get along with everyone; people
work with people they don't get along with every day of their lives by
putting that aside and doing what they need to do. Enjoy being around the
people you like and care for and accept that even the ones you don't are
there for a common purpose. It just takes a little professionalism.
That's all I have to say about that I suppose. Be well my friends and
readers!
out of ten (or, more accurately, whenever I forget to bring food to eat with
me at work and I can't scrounge anything on site) I just stay at my desk
through lunch and work while I snack. Most days, doing that is a big help in
keeping caught up.
Today though, it's relatively quiet (which is a very good thing considering
how busy I was yesterday after a week of vacation) and I thought that, even
if I'm not precisely going out for lunch, I'd at least take an hour
or so to myself to do eat the nummy taco leftovers that my sweetie packed me
for lunch (thank you my love!) and do some writing. Of course, five minutes
after I started eating, the phone rang four or five time in succession. Too
bad; I'm at lunch and they can wait.
Vacation recap; things were pretty good. I felt a bit time-stressed through
the beginning of it, being down at the theatre and working as much as I was.
Still, I'm happy I could help; the lights for the production were passable
though I could have done better; I think I'm kind of rusty. The floor of
the lobby is truly leaps and bounds more attractive. I'm so glad I had a
part in that.
I spend quite some time on organizing computer type things. I have my mail
server switched over to IMAP and have actually started using the address
book functionality in my email program which, very strangely I suppose
considering how much of a geek I am, I have never used before.
So, if any of my readers would care to send me their email addresses and/or
other contact information, that would be lovely! I'll get everyone entered
into my little electronic black book and be able to find you all.
Though I put off and procrastinated straight through to Sunday, I did
finally manage to get the catboxes cleaned and the basement floor
mopped. It smells much better down there and Andrea feels better about
going down there and poking through our racks of ebay stock, so I feel good
about that. In fact, despite frequent worries and reservations about how
the week was going, I feel largely fulfilled at the end of it. I guess that
just serves to add credence to the theory that I should really just stop
stressing so much.
I was able to spend Friday afternoon and evening over at my parents' house
where I hung out with my brother listening to clips of tech-support calls.
"Every time I turn on my computer...you're there. Get off of
my computer!" Then, my mother,
farmcat, and I watchedthe documentary I downloaded for her, The End
of Suburbia. It's a presentation about the upcoming end of the age of
cheap energy and what the effects will be. I will probably write more about
that in a later entry (or several), but I highly recommend you watch it.
What didn't I get to do? I never worked at the forge. I only played DDR
twice. I didn't get any studying done or work with my router. But that's
ok. I'm feeling much more caught up in general and more able to devote time
to things like that in the future. Life is pretty good.
Then we come to Monday.
I was actually notably less behind than I thought I would be; that was quite
a relief after what I was mentally preparing for. I ended up staying pretty
late due to hardware problems with our tape backup system. I got home at
7:30 and missed the neighborhood watch meeting, but that's alright. Andrea,
on the other hand, did not, which is a whole other matter.
Originally, she was going to be at the Monday brainstorming meeting at the
theatre, but she elected not to go due to something that I was so sure I
would be able to avoid: political drama.
A simple opinion expressed under a reasonable expectation of confidence led
to the sort of confrontationalism and anger that has driven so many people
away from helping out at the Rhode Opera House and that continues to baffle
me coming from a community theatre. My reasons for involvement in the
Lakeside Players, just as they were three years ago, are centered around the
beautiful building they call home. I want to see Lakeside succeed because I
want to see our theatre, my theatre, flourish and be restored. Even if I
had a good enough facial memory to keep track of all the players in our
Kenosha game of houses (which I don't), I would not care enough to.
I am there to preserve the building by producing theatre good enough to make
us enough money to try struggle by for another year. In the end, isn't that
why everyone is there? You don't have to get along with everyone; people
work with people they don't get along with every day of their lives by
putting that aside and doing what they need to do. Enjoy being around the
people you like and care for and accept that even the ones you don't are
there for a common purpose. It just takes a little professionalism.
That's all I have to say about that I suppose. Be well my friends and
readers!
