|5:20 am: Wake up to the alarm screeching. Roll over and stuff head under pillow as Calvin gets up and gets in the shower.
5:40 am: Re-awaken as Calvin fires up the hair dryer.
6:00 am: Re-re-awaken (for the last time) to Calvin sitting on the bed, rubbing my back, offering me coffee.
6:05 am: Stumble, be-robed, into the computer room to visit with Calvin and sip coffee.
6:20 am: Mess around in the kitchen and make a marinade for the ribs to be BBQ'ed for dinner.
6:30 am: Kiss Calvin goodbye. Momentarily debate crawling back into bed for another half hour. Sigh resignedly and turn on the shower.
6:40 am - 7:15 am: Dry off, lotion up, get dressed, comb out hair, clean out ears, put on face cream, gel hair, apply foundation, apply blush, apply mascara, dry hair, curl bangs, style hair, apply gel and hairspray, apply deodorant, brush teeth, apply perfume, put on watch, put on shoes.
7:15 am - 7:30 am: Feed cat, check on dogs, gather lunch materials, find keys, fetch purse, yell goodbye to the kids, get in truck.
7:35 am: Park on the second story of the parking garage even though there are spaces on the first story because I have to park in the same general area every day or else I tend to forget where I've parked and head up the stairs to the second story, curse, turn around at the top, and head back down because I parked *downstairs*.
7:35 am - 8:00 am: Turn on computer, turn on lights, go through the password dance, go rinse cup out and fill with ice, pour myself a "Cappuccino Delight!" Slim Fast (which isn't too bad, though not "Delightful!"), check work e-mail, respond to overseas messages sent at 2:00 am my time, observe that I'm on the agenda for tomorrow night's muckety muck meeting (again, with 24 hours notice to gather a package of indicator numbers), check calendar, observe I have no meetings until 11:00, then again at 4:00, wonder at the evidence of a few-meetings day.
8:00 am - 8:20 am: Try to call Calvin, but his cell phone reports that he's out of range. Run through my list of daily journal reads. Check web e-mail. Respond accordingly. Check web stats. Check referrer logs. Boggle that "pepe le pew sexual" has come up again in a Google search, along with "towel bar installation" and "boo yeah" and "anger management".
8:20 am: Agree to cover morning ops for co-worker. Feel tired just thinking about it.
8:20 am - 8:50 am: Do miscellaneous work-related things. Open up HomeSite and begin an entry. Leave it running in the background to add to it as thoughts come to me.
8:50 am - 9:05 am: Receive phone call from Calvin. Chat. Whine about having to work. Comment on how loud it is on his end. Ask him to hold while I run over to the boss and ask if I remembered correctly that we weren't supposed to be sending a rep to ops anymore. Receive confirmation. Do a little Snoopy Dance that ops will not have to be attended. Get back to Calvin on the phone. Chit-chat a bit more, then say goodbye.
9:05 am: Decide a cup of Starbucks is definitely in order.
9:10 am - 9:15 am: Realize a bunch of links on my recipes page are screwed up, fix 'em.
9:15 am: Read Viv's notify list entry. Respond accordingly.
9:20 am: Read Viv's response to my response. Respond accordingly.
9:25 am: Decide recording the minute-by-minute details of my inane life is not proper use of company time. Go off to find something useful to do.
9:30 am - 11:00 am: "Something useful" entails (and isn't this totally more than you ever wanted to know about the inner workings of my job?):
11:35 am: Meeting adjourned. Fetch my salad from the fridge (spring greens, red bell, yellow bell, cukes, feta, raspberry dressing). Look at the size of the salad in the face of the size of my hunger. Sigh.
11:40 am - 12:00 pm: Eat at my desk while answering e-mails (hi, Dawn!), trying to call Calvin (still out of range), and fielding questions about the training occurring for a system I developed over the last month.
12:00 pm: Dammit. I'm cold and I'm hungry and I'm claiming a cup of soup from the cafeteria. Three bean (pinto/kidney/garbanzo). Hot (ow! damn!). Thick. Healthy. Yum.
12:01 pm: Rediscover the joys of saying "garbanzo". Garbanzo garbanzo garbanzo.
12:02 pm: Receive a call from Calvin. It usually works that way - I try him, can't reach him, but he calls me ten minutes later anyway.
12:12 pm: Lose the connection with Calvin. Get called back five seconds later. Dammit.
12:27 pm: End a rather goofy conversation with Calvin. Finish soup.
12:30 pm - 3:00 pm: Do work related tasks in much the same manner as the 9:30-11:00 block. Includes writing meeting minutes and composing an agenda for a Thursday standing meeting, continuing security card reader access coordination, reviewing changes to a reporting tool that I requested, terminating some erroneous lots from AcronymCo's system of record (not as ominous as it sounds, it's legal and part of my job), and updating the status of various projects in the on-line project status updating tool.
Non-work related items include posting to ThreeWay Action, jotting down a few ideas for future ~Snerkology~ entries, and reading Dawn's newly posted entry.
3:00 pm - 3:25 pm: Pick Marie up at school. Drive to the school, park, wait 10 minutes until she comes out, drive her home, hop out of the truck to unlock the front door for her, hop back in the truck, drive back to work, and park in the visitor's parking area since it'll only be another hour and a half before I leave. Jam to the "Charlie's Angels" soundtrack all the while. ("Heaven.... must be missing an angel..." "I. Like. Big. Butts and I cannot lie...")
3:30 pm - 4:00 pm: Answer some *late breaking* e-mails about the non-standard route materials. Mediate between our Planning department and our IE's. Smooth ruffled feathers.
4:00 pm - 4:55 pm: Attend a meeting regarding ramping up the number of "production" materials we manufacture (we're mainly a development site).
4:55 pm: Check e-mail one last time. Shut down and pack up my computer. Remind myself not to come in as usual tomorrow because of the scheduled DSL installation at home. Turn off lights. Grab dishes from lunch.
5:00 pm - 5:10 pm: Leave the building. Start up the stairs to the second story of the parking garage. Curse, turn around, and head back down because I'm an idiot and remember that I parked in the visitor's parking after dropping Marie off at home. Join the herd of mass exodus employees escaping the juggernaut that is AcronymCo. Stop at the mailbox and pick up the mail. Pull into the driveway. Heave a sigh of relief.
5:10 pm - 6:00 pm: Start potatoes baking. Dig through the cupboards for a veggie dish. Slap the ribs on the grill. Fend the dogs off away from the grill. Drink a beer. Pee. Get into some comfy clothes. Upload current entry.
6:15 pm - 7:00 pm: Eat dinner. Converse with Calvin and the kids. Tease. Be teased. Do the clean up thing. Drink another beer.
7:00 pm - 8:00 pm: Don't bother me. I'm watching Buffy.
8:00 pm - 9:00 pm: Feed the dogs. Feed the ferret. Converse further with Calvin and the kids. Fold laundry. Neaten up the bedroom.
9:00 pm - 10:00 pm: Watch two episodes of "Fraser".
10:00 pm: Go to bed. But not necessarily to sleep.
Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
Discover the black hole that exists somewhere between the hamper, the washer, and the dryer, into which one sock from each pair disappears. Please. For my sanity's sake. We have a drawer full of lonely, mate-less socks.
Results From Yesterday's Mission
My comfort foods include Fluffernutter sandwiches, meatloaf sandwiches, pretzels and cheese, Cheez-Its with seasoned salt sprinkled on top, beef stew, spaghetti with meat sauce, tuna and noodles, my grandmother's raspberry squares, combination burritos from Taco Bell, grilled cheese sandwiches (I seem to like sandwiches) with tomato soup, baked potatoes, macaroni and cheese, clam chowder, Keebler Double Fudge cookies with milk, and Calvin's refried bean dip with tortilla chips.
Here, piggy piggy piggy...
More correspondence with Jo of Regular Jo provided me with more feedback to the mission on December 21st: "And I realized I forgot to tell you yesterday about my theme song. I'm sure you were mortified :) I hold you responsible for the fact that I've been thinking about this since before Christmas *ack* :) Anyway, it used to be "Fame" by Irene Cara (I know, what's that about?) but now I changed to "Sometimes I gotta dance" (or whatever the heck it's called) by the Dixie Chicks. I can listen to that song 7 times in a row, jumping about the apartment. My husband looks slightly alarmed. See, I really take your missions seriously. :)"
Hah. I liked that last line, there.
I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.