I know no one's going to believe the title of this post, but, honestly, I didn't quite know what to do with myself tonight! Now that a few things are shifting around at work . . . and I have the information finished in order to print commission checks for June . . . I didn't have to work until the wee hours tonight! Matter of fact, I left at (gasp!) 8:30! 8:30?!! It was still light out!
Dad met me in town and helped me unload some larger things that I'd brought from home in the truck for my new office space (from which I'm currently writing, thank you very much). Then, he & I rendezvoused at Mom & Dad's house. I grabbed a beer from their refrig, a pair of gloves from Dad and headed back outside to load the truck up with a heap of scrap lumber that I'd been "storing" in their back yard for the last several weeks. After doing his final chores of the day, Dad came out to help me finish the loading . . . and none too soon since the skeeters came out juuuust as we were finishing. After a short visit with them back inside, it was back into town for me to deal with the things we'd unloaded here at my office.
"My office." Ohhh, that has a nice ring to it! Even tho I probably haven't even spent 10 hours here yet, every time I AM here, I feel better and better about the space. I think it will be a GOOD fit. I never seem to have a computer, my camera, and the camera's USB cable in the same spot at the same time anymore, but pictures ARE soon to come. I promise.
You might notice that I sound a lot happier, my load quite a bit lighter as I write tonight. The reasons are two-fold. One, the dear friend (deer friend?) who I'd gone 'round with about my recent (complaining) posts and I talked again yesterday. I had some things that I had to get off my chest and we both tried to explain our positions a little more. Eventually, the dead horse was beaten to a bloody pulp, but I did feel better. And, while I'm not sure she felt "better", I know she's glad that *I* felt better!
Secondly, I'm precipitating (oooooh, good word!) some changes at work. The boss lady and I went to lunch today and had a good, albeit still a bit ambiguous, talk about it. I'll write about that elsewhere so that I can protect the innocent, and all that rot. But, in short, I finally told her that I just can't do it (or, more to the point, TRY to do it) all anymore. Manage the new space / business, that is. I see it as divided into two main jobs: the schmoozing, the meeting with vendors, the dealing with employees, blah, blah, blah and (the other half) all the deskwork, paperwork, forms, finances, etc. And, because we "manage" in two such very different styles (neither better nor worse than the other), I choose Door #2. So, we're going to make some changes and see how it plays out. Stay tuned. I'll fill you in as I can.
Okay, I still have to drive home, so I'm off. Sorry for the lack of pictures lately, but we're gettin' there . . . ! Thanks for listening . . . and putting up with me while I got my mojo back. ;)