I had a 6pm meeting tonight with a potential grant partner that got me home at 8pm. I am the lead planner for a conference that starts at 8am tomorrow. I have a $15k award proposal due by close of business Friday and I'm the closing speaker at said conference. Friday night I am on the departmental trivia team for a Y fundraiser (conference ends at 5pm, fundraiser starts at 6). Sunday I'm staffing the first aid booth at a fun run for four hours.
As a kindness to my co-workers, I decided that I needed to take a half day off on Monday so of course someone scheduled a meeting for that day at 9am and another one at 2pm. No wuckin' furries, says I, I'll take a half day off next Friday and get a jump start on the weekend.
Just checked my calendar. Yup -- meetings on Friday at 8:30, 10:30 and 2:30. It's a good thing there's nothing scheduled, either personal or professional, this Saturday, because I will be suffering from anal glaucoma.
(anal glaucoma = I don't see my ass getting out of bed).
3 comments:
I like your plan. Perhaps a "cough, cough" on Friday would help speed things along?
"Anal Glaucoma", huh? I LOVE that expression. Now I need to find a reason to use it.
Look out for Reserve Cat. Nothing quite like stepping barefoot on a sleeping cat for a morning wake-up call.
This is for the spousal unit. This man says he's born in Vancouver and served in the Marine Corps as his mother is American, but he sounds like a Canadian from down East (aka the Maritimes) to me.
http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/2014/11/04/fox-sinke-marine-national-war-memorial_n_6100392.html?utm_hp_ref=mostpopular
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