Seven weeks into my New Years Resolutions - let's see how I'm doing. Weight loss - progressing nicely. Exercise - very good, could be better though. Time management - still sucks. I need to get it together, time-wise. I waste too much time. I bemoan the thousand tasks, big and small, hanging over my head, and spend too much time reading blogs and goofing off. It was time to focus on that a bit this week, and I'm a bit better. I made it to Goodwill this weekend and the post office at lunch today. The garage looks a trifle tidier, but it has a long way to go to civilized. I washed the dog last night - normally I would not take on a task like that after work, which is really lame and a non-excuse, since the dog is small and cooperative, and it only takes about a half hour, it's hardly an onerous task. He likes his baths, he stands still for brushing and blow-drying, and he looks so much better afterward, I'm ashamed to be such a lazy slob. And I've been working on Bardot. Sleeve one is almost done, I plan to finish it tonight. I'm hellbent on finishing Bardot, it has dragged on long enough. I want to cast on a shawl but I refuse to start another damn thing until Bardot is done, sewn and shipped to its owner. Then I can concentrate on knitting for me, me, me.

Still more communiques from Very Important Legal Secretary today. Please, God, make it stop. I don't even know how she got my number. I'm past annoyed now and I need to remind myself to Be Nice. She's just doing her job. Very intensely and with no evidence of any sense of proportion, but she's just doing her job, making Big Task Mountains out of little bitty molehills in a little bitty case. I have returned all her phone calls and thought I'd established where we stood, schedule-wise, when the faxes to Boss started arriving. Confirmatory faxes to Boss, confirming what "his assistant" said. (You know, just in case his "assistant" is too dumb or lazy to convey this information to her boss, better put it in writing. That pushed me from just irritated into really pissed off. ) Boss has been out of the office. As I explained to her. Several times now. While also telling her several times that I'd check with him when he gets back, because I do not control his calendar. He does his own scheduling most of the time and for all I know he's been on the phone planning stuff on the other side of the state. He does that often, because did I mention I don't control his calendar? All of which I have patiently explained. More than once. I mean, how many ways can I say, "He's out for a couple of days, I'm his paralegal and I don't schedule things for him without talking to him, so I will call you back after he gets back," through gritted teeth?


Arrrgh. I feel better. Not as good as I would feel if I could actually reach into the phone and choke people, but a bit better. Time to go knit.