Whelmed
I wouldn’t say I’m overwhelmed. But I am very, very whelmed this week.
Someone was saying that things had to be less-busy a few years ago. And I said no, they were 10 times busier.
Which surprised my friend, who thinks I just do an absolute shitload. Meet my new favorite person!
I admit I’m back to spinning plates again. And freebasing Tums. And racking up a hundred Starbucks points a week.
Unrelated I walked in with a gift card given to me with zero dollars on it. They know me very well there and said seriously, Goddess. Get new friends.
Also unrelated, have you seen the cute Starbucks/Disney tops on Etsy? I’m so buying one. Maybe for my birthday. Which is just around the corner. Eeek.
Where was I? Crap, I forgot.
Anyway I got to thinking about some good calls and decisions I’ve made recently. Which get me to sleep at night when I’m obsessing over everything else that isn’t getting done.
And then I get to thinking about possibly hiring again. Which, after the Kid, I’d rather light myself on fire and jump from the top of the Orlando Eye. And I am not quite yet qualified to offer an opinion on the person standing there waiting, hoping and praying for the (a?) job. But I have the same feeling I had pre-Kid … warm body is not necessarily better than nobody.
Then again, I wouldn’t BE SO BEHIND if, for a few bucks, I could be passing some bucks.
Anyway, back to Whelmed World. Whelmed World. Party Time. Excellent …