Today, an idea of how my day went:
7:45am: Wake up, wonder where I am. Realize I am in a stranger's basement, and mentally go over the checklist of what I need to do before I go to work.
7:50am: Stumble into the bathroom. Put in contacts, brush teeth, try to manage hair into something presentable, hit mirror with ass on the way out.
8:10am: Finish dressing, putting on makeup. Pack, again, for the 3rd time this week. Drag luggage upstairs, hitting every possible piece of furning on the way out the door.
8:30am: Load car with luggage, and head off to work. Vicks is kind enough to stop for coffee. Mental note to name first born after her.
8:55am: Arrive at work. Nurse coffee for a little while and prepare for meeting. Check emails and phone messages. Return emails/phone calls.
9:30am: Meeting regarding a project I'm working on. It has little to do with my piece of the project, but at this point, I'd like to know what is happening anyway. At one point, I almost lunged across the boardroom table to bite the jugular of one of the people that represented our partner in the project. She said that most people who worked in CACs were 'welfare receipients' and 'mostly untrained'. Having being one of these workers, I wanted to point out that I was, in fact, highly trained, and independently wealthy (well, relatively speaking). I was suddenly embarrassed that I told my work that I had worked there, thinking they would now see me as the person this arrogant bitch described. I always thought that the organization did not respect their workers, and this was proof. Bitch. Ugh. BITCH!
11:30am: Typed up notes for conference, worked on translations for a flyer, etc.
12:45pm: Ate a bisquit I bought this morning, and a handful of M&M's. Had more coffee.
1:00pm: Prepared agenda, minutes, and other materials for meeting at 2pm.
1:20pm: Met the president. We had met before, in another capacity. Very nice man, and he complemented on my smile and nice personality.
1:25pm: Was asked to attend the first 10 minutes of French class, as I was getting refreshments ready for meeting at 2pm.
2:00pm: French class. I was worried where I fit in with the levels of French in the office. Turns out, I'm not half bad, though, of course, that's relatively speaking. I was nervous at first, but now I'm sort of looking forward to it. Note to self: Need to buy French/English dictionary.
2:10pm: "Je suis désolé (sp?), mais je faux partir pour un réunion." I grab my files, 4 coffee mugs and take the president (who walks with crutches)downstairs to the boardroom.
2:20pm: Meet with other committee members. Keep forgetting things, and have to run up and down the stairs twice. Have to pee, but no time. Note to self: Less coffee.
2:30pm: Meeting begins regarding AGM. Much more productive than the meeting this morning, and much less frustrating. However, I now have a giant list of things to do. Damnit.
3:30pm: Meeting finished. Talk some more with President. Manage to bring everything upstairs to office in one load. Notice I've reached new heights in gracefulness.
3:45pm: Blog. Realize that the post is not very interesting, and does not really show the structured chaos of my day. Decide to change format of post from timeline to paragraphing.
So, there is an hour left, and there are a few things to do before I leave. Tonight I will be spending time with friends and/or family and/or Mr. Wonderful. I will also be staying in a hotel tonight, which is fun. I'm going to be able to watch Survivor and The Apprentice tonight, which I missed last week. I am
so excited..
In other news, I was hosting my picture (under 'visuals', at right), and my 100 Things About Me, on webspace that I 'borrowed' from a previous job (the one where I was supposedly an ignorant, poor, barely contributing memeber of society). However, they have changed their server, so everything went *poof*. I kept telling myself that I should save the 100 things (which was actually 200 things), to a text file, but, stupid me, I never did. Now it's gone.
But will be reborn, I promise.
4:07pm: Back to work.
