Tired.Of.Work

Three days at corporate last week. Three days in AC sandwiching an 8.5 hour meeting this week. Four days away next week. Work waiting for me on the laptop upstairs once I drag my carcass up to bed. I’m plumb burnt out. I don’t CARE about my job right now. I think it’s because if I were in school…summer vacation would be starting today.

There. I’ve said it. Felt good too. As long as I’m not disclosing any financials…I can say that my job is challenging at times, right? Stressy? And occasionally unfulfilling. But I don’t think I’m alone in that regard.

But it felt GOOD to be able to write it. If I end up Dooced tomorrow…well…sorry. I said nothing unflattering about my company.

(EEK! Baron vonPlaque just downloaded a New Kids song…flashback…squee! Yes! Yes you blew my mind that time!)

***realizes that ALL of her readers are about to kill her feed and remove her from their bookmarks***

Home-wise, reconstruction of the formal room/dining room has begun from the floor up. Literally. We’re taking up the carpet to get laminate put down. Because, y’know…it’s just easier to keep up. So the carpet’s been pulled up, and surprise…we have hardwood floors underneath! Totally scratched up rotten uneven hardwood that was camoflauged by carpet.. It’s still cheaper to get the laminate put in than to get the hardwood restored and evened out. Now we’re pulling up some of the messed up wood so we can replace it with regular wood and get a good, healthy surface underneath.

Because I’m not putting laminate above rotten, uneven wood.

Hm. Can’t get these boards up without taking up the baseboards.

Which may cause the wallpaper to rip. Oh. Um…if that happens we’ll just have to strip the paper off and repaint. Paint’s better anyway. Hell is wallpapered.

(Now he’s playing Hangin’ Tough. I’m 16 again!! Actually…I’m recreating the NKOTB choreography in between paragraphs. I had all their moves memorized. Shut up…you were once a teen, too.)

If we do take up the wallpaper, we’re going to do the walls a nice burnt orange color like we had at the ol’ apartment. It was warm…and that’s what we want.

But I hope we don’t have to go that far.

Hope I don’t get Dooced. Homes cost money, yo.

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