Not a great start to the day
Nov. 4th, 2008 10:32 amI managed to lever myself out of bed this morning and get to the gym before 7.30, so plenty of time for a half hour work out and the 15 minute drive to work to start at 8.30.
Except there had been a nasty tow car/one van pile up on the mororway, so the 15 minute (7.5 if the road is quiet) turned into a one hour crawl instead.
Then I get in to an email from my Spanish opposite number saying that the written update I'd been asked to provide wasn't what he wanted, which was a percentage update on progress. Based on hours worked against hours forecast. Possibly. Or possibly based on a project plan he hasn't shown me. Or possibly, and my boss suggested this, based on a figure he made up. Boss's suggestion was that I make up a figure too, but this strikes me as, well, less than ideal.
Work at the moment is either boring me or stressing me, sometimes at the same time. I'm procrasinating on simple tasks, and stumped on important ones.
I'm trying to plan things for Christmas, but can't get son, dog and cat sorted out, so I'm stressing about that. Exercise seems to have had no affect on me except to make me hungry, all the time, and I'm eating badly.
By the time I get home at night I don't have the energy to do anything excpet slump in front of the TV or my laptop. This does not make me ideal company. I'm not pulling my weight with chores, and I'm still tired when I get up in the morning. One saving grace is that I'm sleeping the sleep of the exhausted - I don't stir from when I close my eyes until the alarm goes off.
I think I need to cut back on what I'm doing outside work, which will probably start tonight with swapping the badminton club for staying in and catching up on chores, and then going to bed around 10.30 or so. I'm stubborn enough that I'm going to keep going to the gym - I feel that the investment I put in there is money in the bank for my health (well, better than money in the bank - I know it won't collapse on me).
At the moment I'm just living for the weekend, and while the weekends are very, very good, that just isn't enough.
Except there had been a nasty tow car/one van pile up on the mororway, so the 15 minute (7.5 if the road is quiet) turned into a one hour crawl instead.
Then I get in to an email from my Spanish opposite number saying that the written update I'd been asked to provide wasn't what he wanted, which was a percentage update on progress. Based on hours worked against hours forecast. Possibly. Or possibly based on a project plan he hasn't shown me. Or possibly, and my boss suggested this, based on a figure he made up. Boss's suggestion was that I make up a figure too, but this strikes me as, well, less than ideal.
Work at the moment is either boring me or stressing me, sometimes at the same time. I'm procrasinating on simple tasks, and stumped on important ones.
I'm trying to plan things for Christmas, but can't get son, dog and cat sorted out, so I'm stressing about that. Exercise seems to have had no affect on me except to make me hungry, all the time, and I'm eating badly.
By the time I get home at night I don't have the energy to do anything excpet slump in front of the TV or my laptop. This does not make me ideal company. I'm not pulling my weight with chores, and I'm still tired when I get up in the morning. One saving grace is that I'm sleeping the sleep of the exhausted - I don't stir from when I close my eyes until the alarm goes off.
I think I need to cut back on what I'm doing outside work, which will probably start tonight with swapping the badminton club for staying in and catching up on chores, and then going to bed around 10.30 or so. I'm stubborn enough that I'm going to keep going to the gym - I feel that the investment I put in there is money in the bank for my health (well, better than money in the bank - I know it won't collapse on me).
At the moment I'm just living for the weekend, and while the weekends are very, very good, that just isn't enough.