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Cleaning with lisy_babe (sorry, cold not get the code to do what I wanted it to, back to HTML 101) last night, until the kitchen was shiny and new.
Cleaning, scrubbing, bleaching, making guiness-black water from oven-cleaning, rinsing, wiping, sweeping, coughing from the fumes...
It was shiny and new at 3am, when Lisy and I eventually went to bed, after almost six hours of cleaning.
It was *a little discouraging* to wake up and find it a relative mess this morning.
Grr....
But work is my priority, and that is my focus. It is just *a little discouraging* when "other people" make such petit things aggrevating.
But work is good. So why am I wasting my time on here!?
Still stressed (not a lot, but a bit) because the woman I need to talk to to arrange a season ticket loan (which is becomming rather urgent...) is not in today, nor was she in yesterday... Why is sucha silly, simple thing like getting here making the *getting back to work* process harder? It is always the little things...
But there were no screwdriver attacks on my tube-train this morning, nor anyone falling under the carriage, so I guess things are improving so far as travelling goes.
Now if only I could get rid of this panicky-tight feeling, all would be well (scoff).
MWAH
Kim
ps. I think attemts to kill ShallowBitch have not been entirely successful... my lack of resiliance to petit provocations is a prime example... I think, no I KNOW, I need to write more. I feel it so much when I do not...
Cleaning, scrubbing, bleaching, making guiness-black water from oven-cleaning, rinsing, wiping, sweeping, coughing from the fumes...
It was shiny and new at 3am, when Lisy and I eventually went to bed, after almost six hours of cleaning.
It was *a little discouraging* to wake up and find it a relative mess this morning.
Grr....
But work is my priority, and that is my focus. It is just *a little discouraging* when "other people" make such petit things aggrevating.
But work is good. So why am I wasting my time on here!?
Still stressed (not a lot, but a bit) because the woman I need to talk to to arrange a season ticket loan (which is becomming rather urgent...) is not in today, nor was she in yesterday... Why is sucha silly, simple thing like getting here making the *getting back to work* process harder? It is always the little things...
But there were no screwdriver attacks on my tube-train this morning, nor anyone falling under the carriage, so I guess things are improving so far as travelling goes.
Now if only I could get rid of this panicky-tight feeling, all would be well (scoff).
MWAH
Kim
ps. I think attemts to kill ShallowBitch have not been entirely successful... my lack of resiliance to petit provocations is a prime example... I think, no I KNOW, I need to write more. I feel it so much when I do not...
