"Pushing the Limits" - Day 2

I'm working from home again today, but because of the weather this time, not just because I don't feel like going.

So I'm at home again, and only feeling slightly guilty about it. I wouldn't feel bad at all, if I hadn't spent most of yesterday's work day playing on Facebook, MSNing with an old old flame, watching daytime TV, and generally shirking work.

Hey look - I'm shirking again! Watch me shirk!

And tomorrow, I have have an interview/writing assessment dealie at 10:30 in the morning, so I'll be working from home again!

I'm so lucky that this week the 'big guys' at the company are in the UK at a conference, so my absence will only be noticed by my colleagues (and the majority of them are looking for other jobs anyway).

So, on today's list:

• sit on my couch (check!)


• eat a bagel with a banana cut up on it and a coffee (check!)


• keep my work email open just in case (check!)


• send a Valentine's e-card to my honey


• go out and buy a real Valentine's card for him


• make homemade waffles for dinner - with melted Toblerone and sliced straberries on it. Maybe I'll make it a full-fledged fondue. It's Valentine's day, we're allowed!


• do a bit of work - I have some files to upload to a new marketing DMS that's being launched at the conference on Friday, so I should probably get that all squared off today. After all, I am getting paid today.

And that ought to do it!

'Working' from home

I'm working from home today, and by working I mean that I have my work email open and that's about it.

What I'm really doing is chatting on MSN with my very first boyfriend. Bizarre. I joined facebook a couple days ago, and there he is! So now we're catching up - he's engaged, and seems like he's finally got his shit together.

He just apologised for being an ass to me. I don't remember him being an ass, but apology accepted. Memory is a strange thing - I think I've glossed over a lot of that. I remember him fondly. I remember him playing guitar for me, and us sitting at this little park by his house. He was a nice guy in the 'tortured artist' kind of way. He was my first boyfriend, and my 'first'. We dated for 8 months, which felt like forever when I was 16/17.

Very, very weird.

Faux Sick is way better than Real Sick

I got up this morning at 6:05, checked my work email, looked at the weather, and decided "fuck this". I emailed work saying I'm not feeling well, and then promptly went back to bed. I think if I didn't take a day off work soon, I'd go postal. I really REALLY hate my job these day, and I'm a really unpleasant person because of it. I needed a day off for everyone's sake.

So, I got up at 10:30, and now I'm watching CityLine, eating an omelette, drinking a coffee, and chilling in my jamies. There's nothing better. I'm calm, I'm content, and the likelihood of me throwing my computer out the window has been reduced sigificantly since yesterday.

Today is the day of Daphne. Here's how it's going to go.

On my list today:

• go shopping for underwear (new frillies always make me happy)
• go to H&M... and try not to spend too much
• get a coffee from starbucks
• Buy a bouquet of flowers for myself just because
• Buy the new Jann Arden CD
• Take some stuff down to storage - clutter makes me crazy
• Vaccuum - the house is horrid and it makes me angry
• Pick up some groceries, like lettuce and milk
• Bake some bran and pineapple muffins

And when all of that is said and done, I'm going to sit down with a book and read.
And with any luck, the universe will flip upside down and a new job will fall on my lap, and I won't have to kill anyone at work tomorrow.