Saturday, March 18, 2006

The week of insanity

This past week has been packed. It all started with athletic practice last Saturday, followed by a party for a friend that lasted well after 1am, followed by an hour drive home, then 4 hours of sleep before jetting off for Phoenix.

Once there, I did find a little downtime at Donna's place before running, and then going to dinner with Emily, a local, and two people staying at Casa Doña. We trekked down to Oregano's...just across from Greenbaum. It was funny...just as we were pulling into the Greenbaum parking space, Dr. Meltzer was just going in the door to likely make rounds. We didn't catch him before he went in. After dinner, I had to work on a ton of application paperwork for the interview Monday afternoon.

Monday morning, I was off to get my hair done, then chatted with Falon over lunch and her checkup at Dr. Meltzers before heading off to my interview. I was applying for a freelance job...the same one I applied for last August. They said I came close last time, and I figured it would be worthwhile to interview again. It wouldn't really affect my current job, but it would be cool to have the small job on the side. It deals with people skills, problem solving, and a little sales work.

I chatted more with Falon upon my return, and hung out with her before both of us headed to the airport. It was nice being able to hang out for a day. We'd actually chatted before just briefly via email, but I had no idea she was going to be there. She also arrived the same day I left when I stopped by to see Amber. I told her it would have been nice had we both had SRS around the same time since we had some similarities with age and a variety of similar 'likes'. I think I got home right around midnight.

Tuesday was back to work...except I had to drive to a vendor 80 miles away, then come back for a midterm test in class. My dad's cousin called Monday to say she was in town. I'd never met her before, but she sent me a very supportive and positive email after I came out to the family a few years ago. I told my parents that I had received an email from her at that time, and they said, "Connie...Connie???...nobody's heard from her in years." So, I met her and her bf for drinks. I think I got home around 11.

Wednesday morning I had to get in a little training with a new instrument before flying off to San Diego to visit two customers Thursday who were having issues. I met my uncle, aunt, and cousin for dinner since they were right in the area, then got up early Thursday to run off to the customers in the hopes of solving their issues or at least get some good data on what was going wrong. My old roommate, Sara, was working two buildings down from one customer, so I ran down to see her as one of my diagnostics was running. One of our sales reps then took me out to lunch at a posh little Del Mar cafe overlooking the Pacific Ocean. One lady in there definitely had too much free time as she strutted around in her designer pajamas. Unfortunately, my time at the second customer ran a few minutes long as I missed my flight home. I caught the next flight, but it still put me in around the same time my lab class was supposed to start. I went there anyway, since our professor typically spends the first hour just going over how to do the lab...which is a bit too slow for my tastes. I caught up pretty fast and finished without too much trouble.

Friday was filled with mainly meetings...a 9:30 to 11, 1-2, 2-3, 3-4, and a 4 to 4:30. Unfortunately, being out most of the week left me way behind on everything...including emails, reports, my own meeting, and the trip report. I then spent Friday evening studying for another midterm test this morning.

My week of insaneness finally ended about the same time it started last weekend. Before heading home, I ran by a local farmer's market for some fresh fruit, then picked up a new indoor plant for the office to add a little tranquility to a hectic week.

Tonite, I think I'm just going to curl up on the couch and watch a movie. I need to spend a little time not thinking.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm tired just reading that. I can't imagine experiencing it.
B.