Having completed two weeks since returning from Ahmic, I suppose it’s time to regale the world with what I’ve done since.
In a word: Sweat.
It’s sooooo friggin’ hot in Georgia. It’s no wonder that this state consistently ranks at or near the bottom when it comes to education. Everyone’s brain is fried. I’m not exactly certain how, but I’ve managed to keep my walking streak alive (sorry, Dianne – I don’t run). Even at 5:30 in the morning, however, it’s hot. And in the afternoon? My car’s thermometer was reading 101 yesterday, as I was driving.
Other than sweating, I’ve been easing back into work garbage. “Easing” may not be the best word. “Hitting the ground running” doesn’t really do it justice, either. It was more like, “I was thrown out of a moving car” when I got back to work. I’m not sure how so few people can screw up so many things in such a short amount of time, but they did. I came up for air somewhere around last Friday. This weekend, I’ve mainly been writing updates to older programs (per requests), although today I got side-swiped by a new offering which is supposed to roll out to the public next week. The call center isn’t prepared to handle it, so I’ve got 4 days to get 100+ workstations configured.
Tonight marks my return to hosting a trivia game after taking a few weeks off. I normally spend Thursday afternoons thinking up questions, but I’m just going with database leftovers tonight. No energy (or time) to think up questions and research answers. I’ll throw in a couple of “Current Events” offerings, but I’ve got plenty of questions in the DB that have never been used.
This weekend, I think I’ve got plans to go see something with Jenny. A play, I think. Wait! I know it’s a play. It’s a Dunwoody Community Theater play. And I don’t know which one. Sorry, Jen. It’ll come to me.
Next weekend, I think Brett and I are going to hike up Stratton Bald in NC. I hope it’s cool. Or raining. Or that I have lots of bourbon.
That picture up there is just one of Chamberlain and me relaxing one day last week. It might look like it’s been photoshopped, but we’re really and truly melting.
Shout-out to Cleveland! One more day of GOPcon. You can survive this!