Mmmm... food.
Mar. 11th, 2003 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
electriclandHaven't cooked in a while. Well, technically I cooked on Saturday, but really, how excited can you get about fusilli and tomato sauce?
As I feared, didn't make it to the gym (it was 9:30 by the time I got there, and it closes at 10) but did go grocery shopping, so I have frozen fish and mini yogurts and things to tide me over. Also asparagus, which was wildly optimistic, but I'll cook it tomorrow -- it's in water.
I actually thought I'd have time to do some yoga. Hah.
Anyway, had a hankering for chicken stew a la Silver Palate but don't have a recipe, so made something up with chicken thighs and apricots and olives and almonds and stuff. It worked out pretty well (rather better than I have any right to expect actually). With brown rice. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crankygrrl, the vermouth worked out just fine, thanks.
Further sweeping my fridge of leftovers, I used up the rest of the salad mix (not dead yet!) and snacked on pineapple chunks.
Still haunted by the nagging feeling that I didn't get enough done today. Now, having completed all my backlogged timesheets yesterday (7 weeks worth -- and if my calculations are correct, I now have 199.5 hours of overtime stashed), and having in the process relived the last 7 weeks in excruciating painful detail, I know that this feeling is unreasonable. In the first place, it is impossible to get everything on your to-do list done in a single day. In the second place, I'm actively supervising 3 projects (one of which is actually two external and two internal projects rolled into one) with a further two hanging over my head, and one just completed. This tends to fragment your time a bit.
And yet. Nagging feeling that I am being slack persists.
If anyone can offer me a reasonable explanation as to why I demand so much more of myself than I would ever ask of anyone else, and how I can cut it out, I'm listening...
Clients continue maddening. Incident the first: 3-week devil project is back for revisions, final deadline next week. Tight, but doable. I want to make sure everything is done right the first time. As I was leaving on Friday the client (who is addicted to cryptic uninformative emails and never ever leaves voicemail) said something about printing. I in turn said "well, time is tight, but yeah, maybe..." and we decided it would be more efficient to use client's regular printer. So far so good, I came home and relaxed for the weekend. Monday morning I have an email that reads, in its entirety, "what did you decide about printing".
Bitch, fume, breathe deeply, write back asking for details of which documents, how many copies, for when, can you put me in touch with your printer? No reply.
Today, get a call from the printer (out of the blue, need I add).
She: "What format should we send the binder cover to you in?"
Me (thinking fast): "Huh?" (Panic, panic, panic.)
It's sorted out, thank goodness (aside from the trifling detail that I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THE GUY WANTS US TO PRINT) -- they are doing the printing, client thought the binder cover would work well on the Leader's Guide.
What infuriates me, though, is that he never tells us what he wants -- then he tries to sneak stuff by us. Grrrr.
Incident the second (with a client I like a lot better, but who is very flaky): receive email this morning saying, in effect, New ACCME guidelines require that learners be able to get in touch with a contact person for the accredited provider, I'll be sending you a confidentiality form. OK, for starters we are not the accredited provider -- that would be you, the client. To go on with, a support contract is gonna cost you extra and will in any case be stupid, because we're not hosting the thing, you are, and we're even using YOUR stupid content management system at YOUR request, so we have next to no control over the program anyway.
We're now coming up on a year since this project started. Grrr.
Appearances to the contrary, I'm only mildly aggravated by this. Sorry for venting.
Book club Thursday, yay! And with any luck, I'll get to the gym tomorrow (and the LIBRARY... oh dear).
As I feared, didn't make it to the gym (it was 9:30 by the time I got there, and it closes at 10) but did go grocery shopping, so I have frozen fish and mini yogurts and things to tide me over. Also asparagus, which was wildly optimistic, but I'll cook it tomorrow -- it's in water.
I actually thought I'd have time to do some yoga. Hah.
Anyway, had a hankering for chicken stew a la Silver Palate but don't have a recipe, so made something up with chicken thighs and apricots and olives and almonds and stuff. It worked out pretty well (rather better than I have any right to expect actually). With brown rice. And
crankygrrl, the vermouth worked out just fine, thanks.Further sweeping my fridge of leftovers, I used up the rest of the salad mix (not dead yet!) and snacked on pineapple chunks.
Still haunted by the nagging feeling that I didn't get enough done today. Now, having completed all my backlogged timesheets yesterday (7 weeks worth -- and if my calculations are correct, I now have 199.5 hours of overtime stashed), and having in the process relived the last 7 weeks in excruciating painful detail, I know that this feeling is unreasonable. In the first place, it is impossible to get everything on your to-do list done in a single day. In the second place, I'm actively supervising 3 projects (one of which is actually two external and two internal projects rolled into one) with a further two hanging over my head, and one just completed. This tends to fragment your time a bit.
And yet. Nagging feeling that I am being slack persists.
If anyone can offer me a reasonable explanation as to why I demand so much more of myself than I would ever ask of anyone else, and how I can cut it out, I'm listening...
Clients continue maddening. Incident the first: 3-week devil project is back for revisions, final deadline next week. Tight, but doable. I want to make sure everything is done right the first time. As I was leaving on Friday the client (who is addicted to cryptic uninformative emails and never ever leaves voicemail) said something about printing. I in turn said "well, time is tight, but yeah, maybe..." and we decided it would be more efficient to use client's regular printer. So far so good, I came home and relaxed for the weekend. Monday morning I have an email that reads, in its entirety, "what did you decide about printing".
Bitch, fume, breathe deeply, write back asking for details of which documents, how many copies, for when, can you put me in touch with your printer? No reply.
Today, get a call from the printer (out of the blue, need I add).
She: "What format should we send the binder cover to you in?"
Me (thinking fast): "Huh?" (Panic, panic, panic.)
It's sorted out, thank goodness (aside from the trifling detail that I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT THE GUY WANTS US TO PRINT) -- they are doing the printing, client thought the binder cover would work well on the Leader's Guide.
What infuriates me, though, is that he never tells us what he wants -- then he tries to sneak stuff by us. Grrrr.
Incident the second (with a client I like a lot better, but who is very flaky): receive email this morning saying, in effect, New ACCME guidelines require that learners be able to get in touch with a contact person for the accredited provider, I'll be sending you a confidentiality form. OK, for starters we are not the accredited provider -- that would be you, the client. To go on with, a support contract is gonna cost you extra and will in any case be stupid, because we're not hosting the thing, you are, and we're even using YOUR stupid content management system at YOUR request, so we have next to no control over the program anyway.
We're now coming up on a year since this project started. Grrr.
Appearances to the contrary, I'm only mildly aggravated by this. Sorry for venting.
Book club Thursday, yay! And with any luck, I'll get to the gym tomorrow (and the LIBRARY... oh dear).
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Date: 2003-03-12 12:11 pm (UTC)Luv ya but nutty as hell.
No job is worth this kind of trauma.
Now excuse me while I go back to prostituting myself as a wage slave for the Tories.