Trying to get off the grid
24 hours from now we’ll be leaving Connecticut, beginning the long drive to Maine.
Look out, Great Spruce Head Island, we’re a-comin!
It’s been a rather crazy week here at the office, as we have some big muckamucks coming in, and we’re getting our big muckamucks to meet with their big muckamucks and talk about muckymuck stuff, so I’ve been setting up meetings and working on agendas and developing menus and room sketches and working with a manager who is, if you don’t mind my saying, BATSHIT FUCKING CRAZY. Overdemanding and micromanagerial, and never satisfied with what you do even when you do exactly what he tells you to, since you didn’t listen to him correctly or pay enough attention. I’ve never been so stressed out here before. I hate it. As guilty as I feel to be dumping the rest of the work onto someone else (and I think I’ve actually done most of it), I’m so glad that I don’t have to think about this, or anything else, for a week.
Other highlights from this week included knocking Twin A on the head accidentally with a small piece of wood while trying to help him assemble a futon frame. It reminds me of the Shel Silverstein poem (and actually in my head, from the Free to Be You and Me song):
Now some kind of help is the kind of help that helping’s all about,
And some kind of help is the kind of help we all could do without.
(Guess which kind mine is?)
We’re closing up at 2, I’m meeting our awesome bird sitter at 3 to give her keys, and then cleaning up the apartment, buying various supplies, and then packing packing packing!
UPDATE: Wow. I meant to post this and must have gotten too crazy. Home cleaning up as best I can before the packing. Time to vacuum and mop. Sweet!
