Good sticky summer morning!
I’ve been sleeping so well recently that I was really bummed to have a bad night last night. I woke in the middle of the night feeling very itchy. I got up and went to the bathroom and turned on the lights so I could see what was going on. My whole midsection was covered in what looked like inflamed mosquito bites. Ughhh! It’s been raining and the mosquitos are going insane.
But…can they get deep in the covers of your bed?
I just Googled. Yep. They sure can. In fact, the Google Machine says that they love to get under your covers in order to find a warm body to feed upon. UGHH.
I ended up getting up at about 2 am and, not wanting to disturb my 2nd bedroom since it’s all fresh and ready for [Athena]’s visit, I pulled a down comforter and some pillows out of the linen closet and made a bed on my sofa in the living room. I slept really well there. I love that sofa. I bought it during chemotherapy and it’s so perfect for afternoon napping or even sleeping.
But still, it got my morning out of whack since I let myself sleep in a little bit before getting myself up for the day. So now, I’m just back from my good, long morning dog walk in nature at the park and starting my workday, sipping my coffee. But I haven’t yet gotten my workout in.
I’m not stressing about it, though.
Work is still meh. I volunteered to help one of the other girls put together a presentation and found myself pretty much doing the whole thing. I can’t not create something really NICE when it comes to presentations!
I should be spending that time and energy updating my own portfolio! I have a lot to do when it comes to that and I can be adding a whole bunch of stuff that will help me get my next gig. And yet, I’m soooooo concerned about looking “good” when I shouldn’t really give a shit. Why am I doing someone else’s job?
I think my answer is because I do not like this fractional COO and I sort of want to make her look bad for some reason. I also think it’s because she is freaking INCOMPETENT and is probably being paid 3X my salary to make us (the 3 Blind Mice, as we call ourselves in our group chat) do her work!
So I guess I’m trying to make the 3 Blind Mice all look good collectively. Again, not sure why? Except maybe to get some extra credit? Ughhh. Why do I crave attention in this manner?
Must work on MY OWN ATTENTION to MOVE FORWARD!
Yesterday I had to take a box of samples to FedEx to send to Head Cat and afterwards it was dinnertime, so I decided to take myself to Cava for the Greek Salad. Yum.
As I was walking to the store, a group of teenagers walked by me going the other direction, kinda loud and rowdy. One of them took a half-filled fast food drink and just flung it onto the ground. I looked at her sideways and she said, “Yeah, I just DID THAT!”
And I rolled my eyes and said under my breath, “That’s not cool.”
And those kids came back at me as they walked away, screaming, “Shut the fuck up, bitch! Shut your face!”
And other insults that I didn’t quite catch, but I could just tell.
AWFUL young humans.
I shook it off and went and got my salad. And as I was outside eating and casually checking my emails, it started raining, and soon it started pouring. It was like one of those crazy summertime super cell storms.
I grabbed my stuff and went inside the building and sat down to finish. All of a sudden, allllll those fucking kids came running INTO the store right behind me. Those fucking little assholes.
And they were causing an actual riot! Yelling, screaming, letting the wind take the door and slamming it into the building! Those fucking little assholes! And the storm was severe and blew hurricane-force rain right into the store.
Luckily, the store manager (who was, thankfully, the same race as these kids and could speak to them in a manner that they would understand), ran over to them and yelled, “SHUT THE DOOR AND MIND YOURSELVES! NONE OF THAT GHETTO SHIT IN HERE!!”
I know I’m sounding like an elderly jerk, but GOD, those kids were just awful and kind of scared me, to be honest. They were so freaking disrespectful to everyone around them, and it hurt my heart to think that these kids are part of the future. I’m of the age to be worried about what’s going to happen down the road. I honestly worry about being an “old” person and encountering a group like this…or even just one person!
I started thinking about criminals who target elderly people because they are an easy target.
And I never want to be a frail, vulnerable, old person.
That does it. I’m off to do my workout now.
xox,
GS
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