I stared at pages and pages of numbers all day today…a repeat of Friday’s torture. I hope to be able to make some sense of the budget before Thursday when the boss needs to look at it and we get to turn it in so the Corporate folks. I fully expect to hear the laughter all the way across the country once they see our little budget fantasy. Who said working with numbers wasn’t creative? I must have had a more than usual glazed look at the end of the day when I suggested to my boss I needed to work at home tomorrow morning so I could be interruption-free and he nodded—as if to say, “Sure, just step away from my desk and back out of the room slowly,” as he calls security to come pick up the crazed madwoman who’d obviously lost it somewhere while trying to tally up fictional revenue for the coming year.
Spent the weekend working 14-hour days because of all the stuff I had to do. But, one more room is painted thanks to my painting assistant (LR) and my wall border hanging assistant (AL). The Three Stooges would have been proud of our hanging technique. Once we got the glue off of us, our clothes, and inappropriate spots on the wall, it turned out pretty well.
Dual 13th birthday party was groovy. Managed to catch myself in time when I attempted to paint the birthday cakes instead of using the icing bag. I just forgot to switch to the appropriate tool. And their requested meal was two hours worth of prep. Why can’t they just ask for burgers and fries like other kids? Twins were happy. That makes me happy.
All the work kept my mind off of a place it’s tended to wander a lot lately; a little patch of sunshine in my happy place.
The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
~ Allen K. Chalmers
Published on: Apr 25, 2006
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