Can't come up with a clever title
Wednesday morning. Alrighty, so the Maid Brigade called my house while I was at work to get back to me on the estimate for making my condo sparkly clean again. Unfortunate but true that I work well beyond the "normal working hours", so I left a return message asking that they call me here at work during the day. We shall see how that works out.
I was supposed to get a call back from the therapist's office to confirm my appointment for two weeks from now. Perhaps the receptionist is very busy and hasn't gotten to me yet. *Sigh* Do they not understand that calling back to check on the status of things is something that a depressed person is going to have a very difficult time with? Would you not think that it would be easier than this? I do not want to deal with this today but will do my very best to get it all straightened out.
TCB and I will be attending the Marine Corps Ball on Friday at the Pechanga Resort and Casino in Temecula. My dress will be picked up from the tailor Thursday night, right after Alcott's football game. Before I go to bed Thursday, here are the additional things I either need to do or would like to do: get ballet flats to go with dress (no more high heels because they just hurt my feet too badly when I have to stand, smile, and meet lots of military Who's Whos), get a manicure (preferably a pedicure, too, but that's not an emergency because of the shoe situation), get my eyebrows waxed so that I don't look like Chewbacca the Wookie, do enough laundry to get through Saturday afternoon - including my Junior League t-shirt and a pair of jeans so that I can wear them for my shifts at Mistletoe Mercado this weekend, and pack my suitcase and Esme the Escape for Friday night/Saturday morning. Oooh, that reminds me that Esme really needs an oil change and her 10,000 mile service. Craptastic, let's just add something else to the overwhelmed girl's schedule!
And then there's work, which, while going exceptionally well, is keeping me quite busy. No loafing, mental or otherwise, going on here!
When can I take vacation???
I was supposed to get a call back from the therapist's office to confirm my appointment for two weeks from now. Perhaps the receptionist is very busy and hasn't gotten to me yet. *Sigh* Do they not understand that calling back to check on the status of things is something that a depressed person is going to have a very difficult time with? Would you not think that it would be easier than this? I do not want to deal with this today but will do my very best to get it all straightened out.
TCB and I will be attending the Marine Corps Ball on Friday at the Pechanga Resort and Casino in Temecula. My dress will be picked up from the tailor Thursday night, right after Alcott's football game. Before I go to bed Thursday, here are the additional things I either need to do or would like to do: get ballet flats to go with dress (no more high heels because they just hurt my feet too badly when I have to stand, smile, and meet lots of military Who's Whos), get a manicure (preferably a pedicure, too, but that's not an emergency because of the shoe situation), get my eyebrows waxed so that I don't look like Chewbacca the Wookie, do enough laundry to get through Saturday afternoon - including my Junior League t-shirt and a pair of jeans so that I can wear them for my shifts at Mistletoe Mercado this weekend, and pack my suitcase and Esme the Escape for Friday night/Saturday morning. Oooh, that reminds me that Esme really needs an oil change and her 10,000 mile service. Craptastic, let's just add something else to the overwhelmed girl's schedule!
And then there's work, which, while going exceptionally well, is keeping me quite busy. No loafing, mental or otherwise, going on here!
When can I take vacation???
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Hang in there, we're all rooting for you!
Maid Brigade is at my house riiiight now - oooh, feel the love! They are super sweet people in the office. Did you call the one in Tustin?
Anyway, you are 100% taking the power back over your own life and that rocks!