I am Losing this Uphill Battle
By this point on Sunday night, despite being in good spirits after two days off, I had hoped to be much further along than I am. Distracted after an action punched night of HBO series galore, I continue to struggle with making this online credit card payment. Really folks, this shouldn't be difficult, but I can't seem to get my social security number and password right. I know officially think it's a conspiracy to make us all bleed late fees because once I had all of the super secret digits and codes 100% correct, mysteriously, "this page cannot be displayed." I really don't have time for this garbage and this is not how I want to spend my free time. Providian sucks.
In general, I spent most of my post-work evening fulfilling an important promise to myself and be more organized. I sorted through three months of receipts - my wallet hasn't snapped closed in months and I am proud of that and also that I've devised a system to keep things orderly. I still don't have the high tech Quicken up and running (on account of dysfunctional keyboard - read:
dysfunctional laptop). I also sorted through the mail that's accumulated in the past few weeks, paying a few bills, accepted my TA position and gave the syllabus the once over. The text for the public speaking course I'll be teaching should be arriving later this week - and with any luck, I'll have a chance to at least skim it in the car on my Midwestern voyage. Once I finish up with my correspondences, I want to fall asleep to the tune of the lovely heartbreaking Irishman Damien Rice and cool Jack Johnson and reading the UChicago first-time college teacher guidebook Amazon just tempted me with.
I am on the verge of finding my motivation and really buckling down to make some "progress" toward where I am and where I'd rather be in terms of the move and as a graduate student and the timing couldn't be more off. This week I really am married to my job - tensely. For the next five days, I am working 6am - 10pm,
legally. I signed up for extra overtime and the big merchandise move in the store. I am racking up the overtime and the money will ultimately be a kind of satisfaction, but I am trading a lot to make some bank. There is such a time as putting a price on free time... and it's pathetic how little I'll accept.
Jack was here all weekend for an all-around sleepy weekend. In retrospect, I really should have pushed harder for an outdoor event on Saturday that would have allowed me to bronze my hide and also play with my new fancy camera instead of so readily agreeing for the gory (but good) Brit horror flick
28 Days Later... but it was a calm ordinary visit, and seeing Katie was routine (our booth, our place, same conversation topics) but I like our routine and we build conventions around preferences. In a way I am embarrassed to admit that we cowered from our former classmates as we're in the thick of planning this reunion and should be braver, but planning a reunion doesn't actually mean that you are single handedly forging ties with people that are essentially strangers, does it?? I sure hope not, otherwise, I am jumping the shark on this project du jour. But anyway, Jack was a good sport and played along through the rather routine and lazy weekend.
Anyway... This Sunday is really digressing into the memories of Sundays past... of my typical college Sunday night of staying up too late writing emails and reminscising all-too-make-believe-fondly on things that were and remain imperfect.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:43 PM
