The Aerie
Well THAT didn't work out.
My last entry was of course all about how busy this weekend was going to be. Then this little snowstorm blew in (and I mean, little - 4 inches? A dusting!)
Next thing you know the Saturday afternoon nephew party is cancelled (poor kid).
I spent that time trying fruitlessly to upgrade my installation of Movable Type. The instructions leave something to be desired seem to be deliberately incorrect, and my knowledge of MySQL and some of the other new technologies involved meant that by about 2:00 p.m. I was ready to hurl my computer out the window. Which, since I've only got a little basement transom, would have been just too much effort. Only reason you're reading this now.
As I mentioned I was feeling exhausted... so Saturday night rolls around and at 7:00 p.m. I completely passed out in my armchair. Ended up NOT going to the party at the friend's house that I'd been looking forward to all week. As I dragged my sorry butt up the stairs to bed around 9:00 p.m. I was really upset and disappointed, but aside from that brief period of consciousness I ended up sleeping for about fourteen straight hours, so I guess it was better that I didn't go. I would have made myself and other people sicker.
The part of me that hates going to work every day was annoyed that I wasted a sick day on a weekend. On the other hand the part of me that gets paid by the hour was quite delighted to not waste a day's pay lying about in bed wondering why sick days aren't as much fun to experience as they seem like they'd be when you're working.
I did go and speak as the "guest atheist" at the church. The kids were very low-energy, but some of them had some pretty sharp comments, including one seventh-grade girl who knew that "under God" was a late addition to the Pledge of Allegiance.
Then instead of playing D&D at our house, my friend hosted the kids at his house, meaning I could have gotten a bunch of stuff done this afternoon. But my friend called to go walking, so I decided to take the walk - it's about the only exercise I got this week.
Tomorrow I'll go back to the gym, he promised himself uselessly.
Anyway the weekend is done, and now comes another week of work. Which is better than another week of unemployment, but only just.
I wish working didn't seem like a tremendous waste of time, but part of me just can't get over resenting being a wage-slave.
Maybe I'll feel better once the first paycheck actually clears the bank.
Posted by Albatross at December 2, 2007 10:29 PM | TrackBack