Mr. Crabby-Pants

I'm crabby. Wednesday I kept thinking it was Thursday. Thursday I kept thinking it was Friday. Basically, I spent the whole week disappointed. I'm sick of work in general, but it is much worse this week since I am post call. To top it off, Rob decided to go out with friends, so I'm stuck on my own this evening. I didn't say anything or ask to join, so i have absolutely no business being upset. All the same, I'm in a pissy mood.

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Blithely Unconcerned

"Blithely Unconcerned" would probably be a great name for a blog. Maybe I should add that to my 'to do' list.

Finals for this semester are just over a week away. I am starting to map out what I need to do finish my thesis over the next two semesters. I am also beginning to seriously consider what the next steps are in terms of transitioning my career. I am beyond behind at work. Despite all that, I am blithely unconcerned.

I should be whacked out of my mind right now. Actually, a little stress might help generate some motivation. Somehow, I felt fine going out to brunch yesterday and cooking dinner for friends last night. Now, I'm trying to generate the focus to do something....heck, I'd be happy to have enough focus to decide what I need to produce over the next day or two. Why doesn't this bother me more?

Weekend Work

I feel that I should be working for the weekend, not working on the weekend. I'm only on call every fourth or fifth weekend, which is not that bad. Honestly, my weekend responsibilities are nowhere near as bad as they used to be. All that being said,. I just hate having to work on the weekend. It makes me crabby. I am tired the whole next week. I also get so far behind in all the chores I usually do on the weekend. I know somebody had to do it, but i wish that somebody weren't me.

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