Well, it’s been a fun 24 hours for me. **FCD ** didn’t want a real meal last night, so I heated up some chili for him and made myself an egg salad sammich. Then we had chocolate cake - did I mention I make a yummerrific chocolate cake?
I was crocheting a potholder for my mom that looks like a watermelon slice. She has one that she loves, but it’s all decrepit and melted and burned and stuff, so I did a quick stitch count, and I’m making a couple for her. While I was working on it, one of my friends from high school called, and we talked about half an hour. I’ll be seeing her and 3 others on Saturday for dinner - so yay!
When we were done chatting, I decided it was beddy-bye time, and off I toddled. Shortly thereafter, I discovered that the egg salad was a tad, shall we say, off. I’ll spare you the TMI, but suffice it to say that I didn’t get to sleep till around midnight. It was unpleasant - oh yes it was. I did a little calendar calculation this morning - the egg salad was 2.5 weeks old. It didn’t smell funky. It didn’t taste funky. But it was full of funk. And so was I, till about midnight.
Needless to say, getting up at 4:45 was not my idea of fun. Especially since today was my first meeting from hell. And it was a meeting from hell and beyond - moreso because I had such a great experience 2 weeks ago. Not only did they change the agenda 3 freekin’ times by lunch, but I had absolutely, positively, nothing to contribute, nor did I hear anything of value the entire time. OK, maybe the one guy had some interesting things to share, but the point of the meeting - to make recommendations to a General - was a fiasco. Virtually everything people said was trite, predictable, and thoroughly lacking in insight. The facilitators were close to worthless. And so many people spoke so doggone quietly - criminy, it’s a big conference room with more than 60 bodies - you need to SPEAK UP!!!
The only good thing is that we adjourned early - might as well - half the group had already left anyway. I’d like to skip tomorrow entirely, but I think I’m supposed to do my teensy portion of the presentation. I don’t see it going well, based on the way today’s presentations were slammed. The whole thing is poorly executed.
But I’m home and in my comfy robe. I had some salmon and chocolate cake, and now I’m just trying to relax.
Is it Friday yet???
I thought maybe I’d make a bunch of stuff because of the worrying, desperate gratitude the lady who was doing sign-ups expressed when I volunteered. I began to wonder uneasily if it were me and maybe one other person. So I’m going for overkill.