One thousand, five hundred and sixty-five.
That’s how many blog-related emails were waiting in Outlook on May 5th. The Fourth could no longer be with me or help.
I deleted them all.
Yes, I did that.
There’s no way I could attend to one thousand, five hundred and sixty-five emails.
Sorry blogger buddies, don’t take this personally.
I’ve been gone Monday through Thursday the last two weeks. The weekends have flown by. I’ve been packing, unpacking, doing laundry, re-packing, eating out a lot, driving a lot, sitting in a classroom a lot, trying to catch up with regular work a lot, having some adult refreshment in between.
Last December, I did this crazy thing where I interviewed for my own job so that I could get a promotion and be a
stuporvisor supervisor of two people. I spent most of my life not being one of those, but now I am. And for that, I was awarded six days of new supervisor training in our State Capitol of Madison. The training was excellent. Besides learning a few things I already knew and much that I didn’t know, we had great teachers and got to participate in fun team building exercises. (I found out that I’m fairly good at being “the leader,” but not so good at shooting solo cup baskets with marshmallows.)
Fridays, back at the office during these two weeks, were long and arduous, but I feel as though I have somewhat of a grip on things. Maybe. That’s all I can ask for of late.
This week is one dedicated to our regional employees and we have stuff planned that involves “good job” awards, length of service awards and food. You can’t go wrong with food…right? Public employees don’t often get the praises and raises they deserve, so this is a little something that goes a long way in telling them they are truly appreciated.
I’m hoping to get back to normal this week. I missed my Wednesday “church ladies” group the entire month of April and have not been getting to the gym or yoga. I bought actual, real food at the grocery store this weekend, with the intent that I would be home to eat it. And I went for a bike ride with my biking partner,18 miles, killed the thighs, felt glorious. In case you were wondering how the photo played into this post…
The kids are back to their crazy feline selves. Gibbs must have missed me because when I left to go biking, I could hear him crying the song of separation anxiety through the patio door screen. “Where are you going, mom? Don’t leave me, mom! Are you coming back, mom?” Poor guy, he’s such a momma’s boy.
Did I tell you during the two weeks away, I found the hotel rooms pretty comfy and that I was never once awakened by a wet nose and “meow!” in my face at 4:30 am? It’s true! I felt like I actually slept until the cell phone alarm went off.
One last thing…
I’m still working on eating slower, chewing my food, avoiding indigestion. Except, I was eating a salad at a restaurant on Friday during lunch when a male employee walked by (he was not my waiter) and asked “Did you taste that?” I looked up and went “Huh?” He said, “You inhaled that salad.”
I did? Really? I didn’t think I did, but it appears I still have some work to do.
Speaking of eating, it’s time for dinner and time to end this Sunday stream of whatever.