Everythings

Well, life has been pretty damn stressful lately. There have been some serious career issues, involving seriously manipulative and vindicative people and add this to my workload and no social life due to exhaustion and I am a hot mess. I brought work home - something I never do, but God was telling me in His own way that I should enjoy the weekend cause the company laptop refused to log me in so the options are to work on my personal pc or to not work at all.

I'm leaning towards shopping, lunch and a movie tomorrow - leaning heavily. I have noone to do this with but it does not matter. I am so tired. So worn out - mentally and physically. The MIA bomb, whom I emailed for advice earlier in the week, invited me to come spend some time with him but of course as luck would have it, I would be working that weekend. I mean...it's a conspiracy. Do you know how hard it is to get some bomb time??? Time with the ever elusive, ever busy bomb is like gold. I am deeply annoyed but again, it may be a sign.

I don't know what to do with regard to the work situation - I have a decision to make where that is concerned and have no idea what option to choose. Do I just block it out this weekend and hope I have an epiphany? Or sit and work it through? In any event, it is part of my stress levels- a major part. And I need to make a decision by Monday or I think I may just go crazy since there is a lot of overt pressure on me to do so. A lot is riding on this and it sucks that I have to be put in this situation.

I dunno. Who said life was easy?

Anyway, Lou wanted some photos of where I live. I took these that day Obama was here, when noone could get near the capital. I took my book out to this place and sat in the sun all day. It's peaceful, even with the loud Indian music blaring from across the pond from the large contingent of fellow day-offers.







I stopped on Dateline tonight during sleepy channel surfing and Diane Sawyer was interviewing that woman who just had a face transplant and her spirit was awesome so at the end of the day, with all the gifts that I have, I just have to get through it all the only way I know how. With prayer, reaffirmations and chocolate.

Exhausted

Well, I got my glasses repaired - though it was risky cause they were damaged so badly that the optician told me there was a very good chance they would break when he tried to repair them. But when he called me an hour later and told me to come pick up my eyewear, I was thrilled.

Now Lou was aghast that my glasses cost me so much - but my last pair lasted 6 years, and I still have them. The only reason I changed them cause they had lost their colour and honestly, they were a bit dated. But when I buy glasses, it is a serious investment. I don't mind spending a lot on a pair of glasses - considering they're outerwear, worn on the part of the body people stare at the most, they have the ability to drastically change one's appearance, I have to wear them everyday and I wear them almost all the time, and I need durable cause I am a busy person who often drops her glasses. lol. So yeah, I spend a pretty penny on them. And I hate having to say this everytime - not quoting in US dollars here.

The weekend is all about me getting some much needed rest. The new job keeps me very busy and I have worked late every day this week. Thursday was the worst though. I spent 18 hours in heels - literally running around in them, and now I feel like the nerve endings in my toes are shot. When I try to walk with bare feet, I feel pins and needles in my toes. It hurts like woah. My feet are crying out for some tender love and care. I went into the shoe store today and saw the hottest pair of red heels but uh-uh...tried on some loafers instead. When you work with some real divas though, you feel compelled to still try them on and see...just see how they look. Yeah. I work in an office of divas where it's almost like a competition to see who looks best on any given day. I think I have my own style which has worked well for me since I joined the workforce after university and I know what I like and what looks good on me with regards to colour, cut, style etc. So I don't feel this overwhelming need to compete with workzillas. Still, I saw those shoes looking really good with some grey trousers and my new red shirt. But not at the expense of my feet's comfort.

I am very tired and for once I am happy that I don't have a life - cause it's all about lying in bed this weekend and just vegging and sleeping. Adonis called me last night to tell me he still misses me and I guess I will hold on to that this weekend, cause he is not here to rub my feet and that's really what I need right about now. But gosh, I feel lonely.