Going out of town Saturday
Sending tender healing pets to Scout at baranduin's house, proud-of-you pats to Claudia603 and many hugs to lilybaggins.
I'm sorry, I haven't been around for days and I won't be around much for the next week or so. I'm traveling to San Francisco for my job and, right now, I'm going crazy trying to get ready and not forget some vital thing I'm supposed to do/bring.
I don't want to go to San Francisco. Mostly it's just laziness; I hate breaking my comfortable routine. Rich and the cats will be at home, missing me, and I'll be in a lonely hotel room (and I hate sleeping in hotels). You'd think that wouldn't be the case, since about 20 people I work with will also be in San Francisco. Trust me, unless they want me to type something or run an errand, these people do not remember that I exist. One year at convention, my room phone was broken and no calls could come through. I didn't realize it until Rich frantically complained to the hotel, because no one from my job was calling to invite me to breakfast, see if I wanted to go for a walk, have dinner, etc.
I've never been to SF, though, and if I were going with Rich for a vacation, it would be a very different situation. But this is work, not recreation. And I'm not exactly in tip-top shape. In fact, months ago when it first came up I told my boss he should take someone else, to train them to do what I do. Lots of people envy me these trips, I'm sure they'd be thrilled to go, even with all the work. But the boss nixed that, and then I hired a professional party planner to run our event, so that he wouldn't need me. Somehow, though, he still didn't get the message and about two months ago instructed me that he wants me there. Period.
And I'm so conflicted. Yes, my health right now allows this, but it's not easy. Getting to work, walking about 4 blocks in the morning and at night, is exhausting. While walking, it's often very difficult to take deep breaths. Convention centers are generally huge and there's lots of walking. And, though I neglected to mention this before, since our little jaunt to MN, I have sprung leaks and have ascites fluid (bloody water) coming out of my navel and often getting all over my clothing, unless I'm wearing an ostomy bag.
They'll be using me to "run" for them, to pick up faxes and such from the immense backstage office area. Yes, that's the important reason my boss wants me there. I can probably manage it, but certainly not with any speed.
And today another of the bosses (who's already in SF) sent me an email telling me to "bring along" a box of hundreds of Obama buttons. I hope I was polite enough when I told her this is not the year to ask me to lug stuff. I'll have enough trouble managing my suitcase and my laptop.
If this whole entry sounds cranky, let me just explain that today I'm wearing a bag and the adhesive itches. Low-level irritation, I suppose. Plus, now that I'm wearing the damn bag I've stopped leaking. Yesterday I was sitting in a damn puddle.
Well, that's enough self-pity for one day. Hope you all are having a good week.
I'm sorry, I haven't been around for days and I won't be around much for the next week or so. I'm traveling to San Francisco for my job and, right now, I'm going crazy trying to get ready and not forget some vital thing I'm supposed to do/bring.
I don't want to go to San Francisco. Mostly it's just laziness; I hate breaking my comfortable routine. Rich and the cats will be at home, missing me, and I'll be in a lonely hotel room (and I hate sleeping in hotels). You'd think that wouldn't be the case, since about 20 people I work with will also be in San Francisco. Trust me, unless they want me to type something or run an errand, these people do not remember that I exist. One year at convention, my room phone was broken and no calls could come through. I didn't realize it until Rich frantically complained to the hotel, because no one from my job was calling to invite me to breakfast, see if I wanted to go for a walk, have dinner, etc.
I've never been to SF, though, and if I were going with Rich for a vacation, it would be a very different situation. But this is work, not recreation. And I'm not exactly in tip-top shape. In fact, months ago when it first came up I told my boss he should take someone else, to train them to do what I do. Lots of people envy me these trips, I'm sure they'd be thrilled to go, even with all the work. But the boss nixed that, and then I hired a professional party planner to run our event, so that he wouldn't need me. Somehow, though, he still didn't get the message and about two months ago instructed me that he wants me there. Period.
And I'm so conflicted. Yes, my health right now allows this, but it's not easy. Getting to work, walking about 4 blocks in the morning and at night, is exhausting. While walking, it's often very difficult to take deep breaths. Convention centers are generally huge and there's lots of walking. And, though I neglected to mention this before, since our little jaunt to MN, I have sprung leaks and have ascites fluid (bloody water) coming out of my navel and often getting all over my clothing, unless I'm wearing an ostomy bag.
They'll be using me to "run" for them, to pick up faxes and such from the immense backstage office area. Yes, that's the important reason my boss wants me there. I can probably manage it, but certainly not with any speed.
And today another of the bosses (who's already in SF) sent me an email telling me to "bring along" a box of hundreds of Obama buttons. I hope I was polite enough when I told her this is not the year to ask me to lug stuff. I'll have enough trouble managing my suitcase and my laptop.
If this whole entry sounds cranky, let me just explain that today I'm wearing a bag and the adhesive itches. Low-level irritation, I suppose. Plus, now that I'm wearing the damn bag I've stopped leaking. Yesterday I was sitting in a damn puddle.
Well, that's enough self-pity for one day. Hope you all are having a good week.