you're not being helpful

Okay, J... if I come in here Sunday and work for 4-ish hours and make a lot more progress than I did all day on Friday, do not, I repeat, DO NOT write me back and say I prioritized wrongly, because I didn't! The problems are INTERCONNECTED, have you ever heard that word? So if fixing a High Priority one helps to solve one of your precious Showstoppers and I was able to do it in a couple of hours and you don't like it, you can fucking fuck off, because I didn't see you in here yesterday and I don't see you in here today either! Goddamn part-timer who doesn't know my code.

'k, not as cathartic as sending email to her, but doubtless much less harmful. :) Back to work now, my way, my order of doing things. Yessssssss.

Kinda neat, maybe

Just called Candela about getting a facial late in the week, and noticed that under their list of 'skincare' services they list a Makeup Lesson for $65. Learn color and technique for application from our expert staff. Hmmm, that would be an interesting thing to do sometime when I'm feeling well-moneyed and girly, maybe with a friend. Would you be interested, bluechromis?

(I fear my "T minus n days" countdown suddenly. I mean, five? Really now, that's just ridiculous.)

Uh, maybe she doesn't hate me after all

The in-laws are here. Actually, before I even get started on this, bossman was really nice to me today. He talked to me on his way out, at about 8:00 (yes, I pulled a 12-hr day today), and was talking about taking me out to lunch on Weds and then getting me out of work early that day, which would be great; and actually, if tomorrow goes as well as today did, workwise, I could do that without screwing the rest of my team. If I can't leave w/o screwing, I'll work late. But it was nice to have him sort of encouraging me to not work myself into the ground. :)

I also got things settled with several wedding people, and L-dawg and J-dawg have joined my wedding team as transporters of a shoji screen. They are being so helpful and super-nice too. Nice people is (are?), in fact, the theme of this post.

Anyway, I got home a few minutes before the in-law types got here. They gave us a present in a pretty wooden box that was divided into three this time... an old pocket watch that belonged to HLM's grandfather for him, my favorite pair of FMIL's earrings for me (and she really liked them, too--she didn't give them to me because she wanted to get rid of them), and uh, a check in the middle "toward the condo." And it was on a scale to be a significant help. We were both a bit shocked. Very soon now, I'm going to have to shut my yap about being self-made and nobody ever helping me and yada yada, because lately people are helping me all over the place.

Sometime when I have time & inclination I'd like to post about how I used to have no concept of gratitude--I mean, not that I was an awful person but I seriously didn't get it. I was very Ayn Rand about the whole thing. When I was a little kid asked to write thank-yous I used to say "but didn't they want to give it to me?". But I've figured a couple things out... first, that at the time nobody had ever really given me anything beyond my expectation or deserving, and it kind of helps to experience that if you want to know what the g-word's about. Second of all, I didn't know back then that any choice carries some regret with it. I shall be telling this with a sigh, someday ages and ages hence; two roads diverged in a wood, and I... well, you know the poem. So even if people do want to give you stuff, and give it happily, there are still other things that would also have made them happy. So in part, gratitude is also an acknowledgement of that.

(Looks like I had the time and inclination. Hee. But it's time for bed now.)