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20 November 2009
On a scale of 1-10 (10 high), how's your day going?→[More:]Me, 4.2.
Compared to my average day, it's about a 5 - grandmother's in the hospital, cat is sick, I'm getting nothihng done at work. But compared to the average citizen of the world, it's probably more like a 9. I've got more than decent food, shelter, friends, family, etc.
Probably running around a 7.5 at the moment. Maybe to go up later depending on decorative strategizing/to-do listing or down depending on how crappy the budget meeting is.
I'd say a 8-9. Have been uber productive, getting a tax amendment form filled out (big bucks eventually coming my way!), getting new tires, trying to figure out my scanner, taking a 3ish mile walk, buying a turkey, finding old photos I thought I'd lost, and basically just being awesome. However, I have an eensy headache, the tires were spendy, the scanner is acting up because we upgraded my OS, and I may have given a kid the pox despite my precautions.
(Did you know that 8675309 is a prime? Also 86753092 = 24602602+83191412. That song has a heavy number-theory undercurrent going on. I wonder if the current generation of schoolchildren is able to see that number without the tune popping to mind. Hm.)
The new board for the TV was even more defective than the one I had, so he still does not know if it is the board or the screen itself. So, my day is still running at 6.
7. Beautiful weather, Friday, work came through with grocery store gift cards for the holiday, unexpectedly. Once I win the raffle, it will go up to nintey million though!
Do we get to drop the lowest score? If so, my day's a 6 or 7. But if I have to factor in the heavy-duty money anxiety that I keep trying to shove back into the deepest recesses of my brain (and my stomach), then it's about a 2.5.
Well, it's only 8:48 am, so hard to tell just yet. Got back from Saturday morning boot camp a short time ago, about to start mowing the lawns, then we'll see. At the moment, maybe a 6.
It started around a 4.5: woke up stuffy-headed and with an antihistamine hangover; coffee only made me cranky, not clever.
Went up to a 6.5 in the afternoon: spent the day helping out at my sister's bakery; the work is taxing, but helping out is rewarding, as is seeing my sister, so it balances out.
Shot up to an 8 when she sent me home with goodies: eggs from her hens, a bag of frozen blackberries picked in her garden this summer, and a lotta lotta lotta frozen savory pastries I made for our wedding, which she took home from the grange hall and kept in her freezer for us.
I see a solid 9 on the horizon: I have my boots off and an ice pack on my sore back. I did a good deed, got some good exercise, and have nothing more to tackle today. A few savory pastries (sherried mushrooms in puff pastry, spinach and parmesan in phyllo) and a bowl of leftover soup, a beer, and a good movie are all that await me tonight.
I'd give my day a solid 8. I took the day off, and that almost always puts it on the plus side of five. I was so exhausted I slept until 2pm. I feel much more human now. I think I'll pop a frozen pizza in the oven and watch a movie (I have three from Netflix to choose from: Sin City, Sunshine Cleaning, and Happiness.)
It's gone down to about 4.5 due to the suckassedness of the meeting which was horrible and full of yelling, even if we did get a fair amount accomplished. What a clusterfuck. I'm hoping some pizza and Buffy will help bring it back up.
1. That's it, a 1. Lousy manager harassing me constantly; talk to management and they basically blow me off. My Soon-To-Be-X-Mr-V has gone happily into his new life, blocked me from any social sites we happened to both be on (and I was NOT checking up on him - I just noticed that he'd disappeared), and I have to pay for the divorce because he has no money, and he keeps eating up my limited life-time health insurance which I can't get him off of until we are divorced. Meanwhile, he won't pay his dog's medical bills (though I have to do the day-to-day stuff as he left her here), because going out on dates and trying to get laid are much more important than, say, paying bills or responsibilities. My first ex hasn't paid child support in over a year, and I cannot keep my head above water.
So, yeah, I'm lonely, feeling frustrated, worried about paying basic necessities, and dealing with completely unneccesary stress at work. Can I change my setting to a -10? Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhh.
About a 2. My job is being cheerfully stretched and whittled away at the same time. I'm convinced they're either trying to get us to quit or getting rid of my position company wide. I've never wanted to quit more than this last week.
8-ish. I come back to NY Monday from Wilmington, NC. Had proper scrambled eggs at a diner for breakfast, but the local art museum is only open for 3 hours a day during the week.