Cor, who maintains the other half of Garlic, My Soul, had something to say about a hectic Wednesday:
This Wednesday is:
6 AM. Nope not getting up yet. Snooze. 6:50 AM. I guess I should get up now. Well, just a few minutes more. 8 AM. Crap. Could’ve seen that one coming. Checking e-mails while brushing my teeth. Rehearsal dinner fallout. My sister is fed up. Wait, things looking up, second email from sister includes an “lol.” Family is making nice. Thank God. Sad update e-mail from M. MR has already responded to her with encouragement. Good. Shifting gears to check work e-mail. Nothing urgent. Whew. In the car at 8:40. Calling M . Sorry if I wasn’t the right kind of supportive when we talked last night. It’s ok. MR is visiting. Mental note to check flight costs to Roanoke. She should get back to work. Ok, I’ll check in later, I love you, bye. Sudden realization that people still need to lean on me, even while I’m leaning on others. I can do this. “I will carry you there” followed by “I will come to you.” Thank you iPod. I can definitely do this. Get to work at 9:30. Quick stop for coffee and scone. Still no urgent work e-mails. Whew again. E-mail from Jennie. “Where are you?” Panic. “I’m here! What is it?” Bed bugs. Effing bed bugs. Eww. Gross. More panic. Research. Strategizing. 9:50 AM. E-mail to C about the bed bug situation. C rolls with the punches. That’s why we love her. 10:00 AM. Virtual hugs for M in the form of Hanson songs and videos about the bonds of women. More bed bug panic. It just doesn’t stop being icky. Start a playlist for M. 10:30. Another M e-mail update. Things are looking slightly better. Talking to my sister about the wedding. Half a Xanax. Pandora. Oh right, I’m at work. Cross a few things off the to-do list. Bed bug update. Exterminator coming tomorrow. Sister’s wedding update. She’s dealing with it. 11 AM. More planning for tonight with C. She does NOT do tofu. Hilarious. Almost time for lunch. Back to work, first. Can you find the expense code for our team meetings? Yes. Found. Thank you! Male coworkers have suspiciously disappeared to watch world cup game. Wish I could get away with that. Lunch time finally. Heading to the café with coworker L. Meatball sandwiches, REALLY? Oh no, we can’t eat all that. WAIT! We can split it! Genius. Sample request frustration segues into venting fest about Kaiser Permanente insurance. 1:00 PM all the sudden. I think I need more coffee….