Sep. 7th, 2005 12:11 pm
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August was a very non interesting month here at work. Now that it's September , < rhetorical statement to follow> (the fact that it is September has not yet been adequately es'plained to me. By my reconing, it ought not be so late in the season already, although the prospect of different clothes and cooking options are welcome- if only it wasn't inevitably so damned dark along with!!) < /rhetorical>
Anyway, I digress. Work. Right. That stuff I'm currently not doing right now in favor of this.
I've been pleased with the number of non-genealogical reference queries that have been coming in. Our bored meeting is Monday, so I'm prepping for that. Intern fair to go to later next week and sandwiched between those two, a session at my work-neighbor's that takes up an entire day. As always, I'm hoping for some more free labor. Given we've had a total of 5 volunteers this past season (3 library, 2 archive), I think we stand a fair chance and acquiring. So, all this activity I expect will be the kickoff of a busy season that will not slow until after Thanksgiving.
Originally this weekend, my first boss from back home, a sign carver, was to visit and survey a few of our colonial grave yards. He's had to postpone, so the immediate future requires less juggling. I can attend nuptual celebrations on Saturday without concern for a houseguest's boredom levels.
I'm hoping my spouse's unavailability via phone is the product of offical work, rather than a dead phone.
I being the worrier and provierbial Ant that I am have been living up to my former default setting and confounded in the latter to a higher degree than is comfortable for ... uh, too long. ("Stop that" says fubar, "trying" says I). Anyway, there's a popular theory that his said official employer will be using hm again after ignoring him for the majority of the summer. Let's hope. My chronic response to this unfortunate situation is to wish in vain there was something I could do to make the problem go away.
In a similar worrying vein, (not the artery, hoo hoo), I hate the feeling of waking up in the morning with the uncontrolled downer thought of what to do regarding winterproof planning to a yet greater degree in the impossible hope to cut utility costs in our home sweet sieve. However, unlike the job thing, I think we can do at least something. My plan is to talk to the landlord about stragegies. This whole being a grown up thing definitely has some downsides.
Right. Back to work.
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