Today: Wake ~8:00 with my alarm. Lacking any motive to get up that early on a weekend, I sleep in til 11:30.
A phrase that has been turning over and over in my mind all week: "
Whatever you believe will seem to be true". I am covering 2nd shift as
QC technician this evening, I intend to attend church tomorrow morning, then a birthday party in the evening. I have not made much "
quiet time" this weekend, and my feelings are conflicted about that.
Yesterday: Wake ~5:30 to bring my car in to a private
inspection shop by 6:30, hop a bus to work, take the bus back to the shop at lunchtime to pick up the car. YAY! Finally, for the first time in 8.5 months, my car is completely legal! Return
American Beauty, pick up
Fight Club. Dinner is a QuikChek sub sandwich. Flatmate and I poke smot and watch the movie, then bedtime.
D-3: (WED) One of my boss's first concerns today is to notify me of a
raise and
change of title. In the next few days I will find that this came from my former
boss suggesting it to the
president, NOT from any
initiative or
concern on my current boss's part. He had previously put the issue off 'til the end of the year, after all. I know which side of my bread is buttered, I want my former boss back. Mom gives me a pack of construction paper
get-well cards from my first grade classmates, from the time my
tonsils were removed, and a few years' worth of grammar school
class pictures. I am expected to want to haul yet more
ballast through life with me. "
Scan and discard" is the order of the day.
D-4: (TUE) I take a
personal holiday today. The long weekends have
spoiled me, a whole
five-day work week seems too onerous to bear. I waste the morning sleeping in... or is that really such a waste? Sleep
is one of my favorite pastimes...
I think all the excitement and change of the last few weeks is aggravating my tendency to manic-depressive
frustration.