I have no reason to be in anything other than a good mood today and yet ridiculousness at work seems to be getting the best of me. I just spent ten minutes on the porch trying to talk myself into a positive mental attitude.
It’s lovely outside, not quite blue-skied, but warm and lovely and scented of spring and joy. I am dressed for it: black a-line skirt, bright green top, white cardigan, black satin ballet flats printed all over with cherries.
Right now T-Rider is driving through the Arizona desert, which I suspect is kind of boring for him and certainly not one of my favorite things to do, but man, I wish I was there. I am instead making a list of insanely urgent work things that I can’t solve myself and can’t seem to pin anyone else down to approve. The huge desert sky, the possibilty of stopping for excellent food and riding along with my feet propped up in the corner of the open window seems exceptionally perfect right now. But perhaps that’s an “anywhere but here” feeling.
HA! In further proof the universe does not want me to be in a bad mood, our accounting person just called me to tell me that they were retroactively extending my raised back to Mar 24, instead of Apr 1. Apparently this makes accounting easier, but more importantly, pays me more for a whole extra week. Woo!
Birthday is now 22 days away. That’s three weeks, people. Hope you’ve all been pooling your cash to buy me that one-way ticket to Barcelona. And perhaps set me up with someone to marry there, so I can stay. *sigh* Yeah, that would better than work today.
Okay. I should be working. Solving problems. Reducing my own panic about what isn’t going to get done.