Ha, remember this?
So it’s Hell Week. Not only are we opening a new store next Wednesday and so not only am I working the next 11 days straight, with those last 5 probably being 12 hour days, but I am also leaving Wednesday morning to go conduct interviews in Houston. Thursday? Interviews in New Orleans. I come home Thursday night, work Friday and on Saturday morning head out to open the new store and work those 12 hour days.
The light at the end of the tunnel? When I get home? I get to rest, I get weekend make up days, then the real weekend and then we’re off to Brooklyn.
I realized last week that I’d only have 4 in-office days until Brooklyn (which was the Beastie Boys’ original title, hardly anyone knows that). And today I was in OMGHAVETOFINISHTHESEPROJECTS mode and might have had too much coffee and not enough things that weren’t 2 small slices of toast and by lunch my right field of vision was blurry. And I could see words right up until I focused on them and then they went away. I figured it was stress + low blood sugar and seeing as how the effects went away after I ate, I think I was right.
This does not mean that I didn’t freak the fuck out. I did. Just quietly and after it was over so nobody would think I was ill. (Mainly me.) And also took a pregnancy test when I got home and it was negative. (Oh yeah, I’m looking at you, Employee’s Only!)
So I left at 5 and baby girl’s gettin’ some sleep tonight. Only because Breaking Bad Season 3 Disc 1 hasn’t arrived. Kidding! I mean because I have self control!
