What's in a day? What does a day hold? How do I tell if my day has been successful
Today was my first day at home after three weeks on the road
. One week of work, one week of vacation
, one week of work. The last week of work was the hardest. I had only a few ours
between the end of vacation and the start of three straight days of 9-hour meetings. My mind couldn't handle the change
. Nor could my body. By the end of the week I felt seriously sick.
So today I was at home. The whole day. By myself
. I haven't been so alone in three weeks. I had so many little things to do. Clean the scuba gear, clean
the apartment, do laundry, vacuume the several hundred dead rolly-polly bugs from the carpet. Create two weeks worth of expense reports and then watch my printer
break. Make calls looking for my lost camera, trying to get a fully-refundable airline ticket refund
ed (the airline has never had to refund a ticket, so they don't know what to do). Find out how to return
a new dive computer that doesn't work. Try to deal with Duke Medical Center which is double-billing me for every visit and every lab test.
I have to admit that being home almost totally sucks. It feels like my life here could so easily overwhelm me with the small
bullshit and smaller
people that I have to do business with. There is one good thing - my friend
Lotte. She called and we went out for dinner and drinks at her favorite place. It was good. I feel awkward in bars anymore though. I'm not there to pick up men and I hardly drink anymore. But it's good to go out and unwind
about the past weeks' adventures with a friend.