What Was I Thinking?

I Love This Town

Doodley-Doo

Multnomah Falls

Celebrity Crushes

I did this on Facebook the other day.
I liked it so much that I just had to post it here too!

I Want This Job!

 

No, not road construction.

But somebody got paid to make a line drawing of a cotton field,
so they could cast it in concrete for the retaining wall of this new overpass.

Who gets to do that job, and where do I sign up?? 

White Knuckles

I'm feeling a lot like I felt six years ago.

I might need to have another conversation with myself,
but...I'm a little afraid of what I'd say.

I keep reminding myself that this job is NOT the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

I'm thinking a lot these days...

Most of it is stuff that I can't say out loud.

I am close to drowning. I'm keeping it together, and I think if I can make it into next month I might be okay. That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.

My co-manager quit last Monday, with two hours' notice. She just left. (In all fairness, she gave notice that her last day would be on the 30th...it was our boss who told her to go ahead and go.) They're not hiring a replacement for her. So the work that has traditionally taken two people 40 hours and then some each week, is now all mine. And I am NOT organized enough to juggle it all at the moment - even though everyone else in the office seems very sure that I'll do just fine. I'm getting by right now on sheer panic and adrenaline.

I feel a little like Peter trying to walk across the water. If I stopped and looked down, and took a moment to realize just how far I'm in over my head, I'd crash and burn right there. Luckily, unlike Peter, I don't have time to stop and look down.

End-of-the-month notes are due, and they're not ready. I'm going to have to bring them home if they're going to get turned in on time...but I've got a birthday party on Saturday and friends coming over for the Superbowl on Sunday.

If I can just get this thing organized, I'll survive. If I can just find time to sit down and figure out how to get it organized...

Big Bang

We exist to bear witnes
We had to be
The infinite needs us to see it
Without the perceiver
The perceived does not exist
That gives us leverage
Don't look until you get what you want.

                                                --Chuck Lorre

Happy Holidays

 

More Homework

Self-portrait, this time from my Drawing class...