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So instead of having little sticky notes pasted up all over the place, I thought I’d get my goals for the week down in here. We’ll see how that works. I’m going to try and be reasonable though…if I set too many goals for one week, it’s doubtful that I’ll get them all done and then, once you get that ball rolling…

1. Send off wine shop article to Tampa Bay Metro magazine. Keep fingers crossed.
2. Write up article on Bonaire restaurant.
3. Re-write second chapter of “Sylvie.”
4. Work on query letter for Organic Style.
5. Get organized with all the various writing projects I’ve currently got going, pick one novel and work on it, by god.

There’s also miscellaneous things that I need to do…

• E-mail David & Cindy and tell them how nice it was to meet them and that I hope I didn’t talk their ears off, since I was a wee bit tipsy from all the good wine
• Find a job for Pedro!! (does anyone need a really good networking guy?)
• Support Tony in his quest for greater meaning in his job
• Find a good date to do a Team Dinner to promote greater togetherness…or, lacking that, to at least have a really good meal
• Cancel the appointment with the home appraiser guy and just pray that no more hurricanes come
• Call Sharlene and figure out when my hair appointment is

I’m sure there’s a bunch of other things I need to do, but small steps, man, small steps.

Tonight is pottery class. I hope that they actually fired some of my pieces. I want to see how they come out, the lumpy things. More later.

Still no sign of my poor missing plant. I did, however, make a run for some chocolate, so my new office at least smells like something good.

I think I should be working at something. I’m just so dispirited I can’t hardly bring myself to do anything. And the dust is about killing me. I don’t think they’ve dusted in this building since the Kennedy administration.

On a good note, I think my sister has mostly moved out of my house. I just need to get her cats ejected and hopfully mine will stop using the living room floor as their new litterbox. If that doesn’t do it, I’m not sure what my husband will do. He’s ready to give the cats away. I’m getting there myself, but I’m trying to head it off. I’ve made sure the litterbox is clean, taken the hood off of it, given them the food they like, treated the carpet for residual nastiness, and even bought those Feliway plug-ins to make them all happy. Nothing seems to be making a difference. Anyone want a cat? A fat, fat, cat? A very sweet, but annoying as hell cat?

I wish we’d never gotten the second one now, but it’s too late. It’s a committment now. We need to rip out every bit of carpet in the house, but that’s an expense I don’t really want to take on right now, especially since I never know what’s going to happen with work. They are laying off people right and left. And Tony wants to apply for a new job, albeit within the same company, but still. And he’s back in school again.

I need to sell some more articles. A little extra income wouldn’t be a bad thing. Sigh. Ideas are never the problem. Time is the problem. Time, as they say in Rocky Horror, is fleeting.

Starting today, I’m going to try and keep a regular blog. I used to write every day in a journal, and then for a while online at OpenDiary (is that site even still around? I don’t know.) I’ve been working on my “real” writing fairly regularly now, but I think I need something that’s just there, where I can brain dump periodically and not worry about anything.

A place where I can just write about the general crap that annoys me.

Like today. They moved us (they, the ubiquitous they, the all-knowing, all-powerful, screw you as many ways as they can they) from one building to another this past weekend. I’m a manager, but a low level one, and I had my own office before. Now, I still have my “own” office, but they are making me keep an additional desk in here that I’m not supposed to touch or use. No one is going to sit at it, I just have to keep it there.

That’s just so stupid. Just one more way for the company to put you down. And put us down they do…20% layoffs this year. I know, I know, I’ve heard the line so many times: “Just be glad you have a job.” but you know what, I’m not just glad that I have a job. Work is a high % of your life and it should not make you miserable. Especially when there’s no reason for them to try to make you miserable.

And someone also stole my plant. I’m very annoyed at that. It was in a Pat O’Brien’s hurricane glass that I’d picked up in New Orleans years ago. Why would they steal my plant? It wasn’t even a very nice or very large plant, but it was mine. Anyway, screw it. I’ll vent more later. Have to keep unpacking. See if there’s anything else they stole. They, they, they, damn them.