Busy little bee
I have been quite the busy little bee the past few days. What have I done? Hmmm, let's see:
* I made a small calculation error in balancing our checkbook, which means that we are currently $200 in the hole. Thankfully, we'll be able to cover it with a deposit from our savings account, but it still sucks. Essentially, this means that we are virtually broke for things like groceries and gas until our next paychecks clear in ten days. Ugh.
* I have been working like a madwoman, trying to move several deals through to the closing stage. I got a call from my boss yesterday, telling me that my quota for this quarter (ending June 31) is $500,000. That means that I, personally, have to sell half a million dollars worth of product by the end of June. Riiiiiiiiiiiight. (And I was excited about my first deal that went through for $40k!)
* I am traveling every day next week and every day the week after that. It feels like I'm kissing my life good bye until May. Actually, that's not such an exaggeration.
* Our dog is having the worst diarreah I've ever seen. When it hits her, she's got to go out every fifteen minutes. There are two problems with this: first, I work from home. I don't lounge at home or sit around and do nothing at home, I work from home. That means that I'm actually expected to get things done (see bullet point above about the $500,000 quota). I can't really jump off of a conference call with a customer or with my boss to take the dog out. And that makes me feel terrible because she whines and whimpers, and there's nothing I can do. The second problem is that her most vulnerable time to be hit with a bout of diarreah is between the hours of 10pm and 5am. Every fifteen minutes for about two or three hours at a time. You do the math. We dropped off a sample of the doody to our vet, who tested it for all sorts of horrible worms and diseases. Thankfully, the tests came back negative. So the dog is now to have a diet of boiled chicken with rice and two teaspoons of Pepto (you can't make this stuff up, people) for the next few days. I shit you not (no pun intended).
* My windshield of my brand new car has huge cracks in it because of a stupid rock from a stupid dump truck. Because the car is a brand new model, I had to wait three weeks for the windshield to come in from the manufacturer. And it cost me $200. (See bullet point above about how we're really broke right now.)
* And the grandaddy of them all-- I left the water running by mistake in a sink and flooded our entire upstairs bathroom. We were able to save the carpet, but when we woke up the next morning, the ceiling of our living room (downstairs) was completely saturated and ruined. As luck would have it, the ceiling FELL onto our living room table and floor. When I say that the ceiling fell, what I mean is that a section about seven by five feet actually dropped onto our coffee table. (Brian toook a picture of it, which I will post here later...) Plaster was everywhere, as well as paint and very wet dry wall. It damn near ruined our carpet and completely coated our coffee table in plaster (which we've yet to determine if we can clean off). As I now write, there is a man named Julio repairing the ceiling and it's going to cost us several (SEVERAL) hundred dollars. Awesome.
I feel like I should be rapidly approaching a meltdown...I'm stressed out and I can't BELIEVE that I haven't caved and had a cigarette. But I haven't---two weeks, two days and counting!
But the truth is, as anxious and stressed out as I am, I'm still feeling pretty well-adjusted. I'm hanging on for dear life to something I once heard someone say in a meeting:
I'm also very very very grateful to have a husband who knows how to be supportive when I'm having a sane moment and how to get out of my way when I'm a fuming, claw-bearing, fire-throwing dragonwoman. So far, I've only had to apologize for snapping at him twice. It's progress we're shooting for here, not perfection.
That said, none of these situations are permanent. And just about all of it is out of my control. So I am seeking solace in the fact that I'm not in charge of any of these outcomes and just kind of riding the wave to see where the next step takes me.
To my friends--thanks for understanding if I haven't called you back or responded to an email. I'm hangin' in there but it may be a week or two before I am able to carve out some time to catch up. Don't think I love you any less. I miss you guys and I'm thinking of you!
* I made a small calculation error in balancing our checkbook, which means that we are currently $200 in the hole. Thankfully, we'll be able to cover it with a deposit from our savings account, but it still sucks. Essentially, this means that we are virtually broke for things like groceries and gas until our next paychecks clear in ten days. Ugh.
* I have been working like a madwoman, trying to move several deals through to the closing stage. I got a call from my boss yesterday, telling me that my quota for this quarter (ending June 31) is $500,000. That means that I, personally, have to sell half a million dollars worth of product by the end of June. Riiiiiiiiiiiight. (And I was excited about my first deal that went through for $40k!)
* I am traveling every day next week and every day the week after that. It feels like I'm kissing my life good bye until May. Actually, that's not such an exaggeration.
* Our dog is having the worst diarreah I've ever seen. When it hits her, she's got to go out every fifteen minutes. There are two problems with this: first, I work from home. I don't lounge at home or sit around and do nothing at home, I work from home. That means that I'm actually expected to get things done (see bullet point above about the $500,000 quota). I can't really jump off of a conference call with a customer or with my boss to take the dog out. And that makes me feel terrible because she whines and whimpers, and there's nothing I can do. The second problem is that her most vulnerable time to be hit with a bout of diarreah is between the hours of 10pm and 5am. Every fifteen minutes for about two or three hours at a time. You do the math. We dropped off a sample of the doody to our vet, who tested it for all sorts of horrible worms and diseases. Thankfully, the tests came back negative. So the dog is now to have a diet of boiled chicken with rice and two teaspoons of Pepto (you can't make this stuff up, people) for the next few days. I shit you not (no pun intended).
* My windshield of my brand new car has huge cracks in it because of a stupid rock from a stupid dump truck. Because the car is a brand new model, I had to wait three weeks for the windshield to come in from the manufacturer. And it cost me $200. (See bullet point above about how we're really broke right now.)
* And the grandaddy of them all-- I left the water running by mistake in a sink and flooded our entire upstairs bathroom. We were able to save the carpet, but when we woke up the next morning, the ceiling of our living room (downstairs) was completely saturated and ruined. As luck would have it, the ceiling FELL onto our living room table and floor. When I say that the ceiling fell, what I mean is that a section about seven by five feet actually dropped onto our coffee table. (Brian toook a picture of it, which I will post here later...) Plaster was everywhere, as well as paint and very wet dry wall. It damn near ruined our carpet and completely coated our coffee table in plaster (which we've yet to determine if we can clean off). As I now write, there is a man named Julio repairing the ceiling and it's going to cost us several (SEVERAL) hundred dollars. Awesome.
I feel like I should be rapidly approaching a meltdown...I'm stressed out and I can't BELIEVE that I haven't caved and had a cigarette. But I haven't---two weeks, two days and counting!
But the truth is, as anxious and stressed out as I am, I'm still feeling pretty well-adjusted. I'm hanging on for dear life to something I once heard someone say in a meeting:
"It's normal to feel crazy in a crazy situation."
I'm also very very very grateful to have a husband who knows how to be supportive when I'm having a sane moment and how to get out of my way when I'm a fuming, claw-bearing, fire-throwing dragonwoman. So far, I've only had to apologize for snapping at him twice. It's progress we're shooting for here, not perfection.
That said, none of these situations are permanent. And just about all of it is out of my control. So I am seeking solace in the fact that I'm not in charge of any of these outcomes and just kind of riding the wave to see where the next step takes me.
To my friends--thanks for understanding if I haven't called you back or responded to an email. I'm hangin' in there but it may be a week or two before I am able to carve out some time to catch up. Don't think I love you any less. I miss you guys and I'm thinking of you!
posted by GirlRy at 2:03 PM
1 Comments:
Ryan! Kathryn here. DEAR GOD on *all* that's been going on in your life lately! Holy shnikeys. I am definitely keeping you in my prayers. And wow, I am amazed, inspired, and truly impressed by your attitude. It sounds like you are really handling it all well, one day at a time, and with realistic expectations of yourself!! You go girl! I love you tons and hope/trust that this time period of shit just means that there's an incredible time period of joy just around the corner! Biggest hug... :)
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