Thursday, November 19, 2009


When I glanced up and saw a colleague at my door, I barely refrained from saying out loud. Still, all I could think was "What the hell could you possibly want from me now?" It was shortly after I helped her that I packed up my things and walked out of the building before noon. I'd sent a short note to Adam that I was past my limit and needed some time to settle.

It's not been a terrible week, I thought as I headed to fetch breadsticks, hummus and chocolate. (I wanted them.) I had dinner with a friend one night. Worked on early and late teleconferences and did lots of tasks between them. I went for a meal with some visiting collaborators last night, doing my best to be peppy, charming and engaged with their stories. I enjoyed it - they were lovely, fascinating people who do interesting work - but barely stayed awake enough to drive home thanks to the single margarita I enjoyed.

So I picked up a paperback and some snacks and drove home. I took a nap and a shower (in that order). I read my book - it was mediocre - and relaxed. And I now feel capable of facing the last day of this week and the work that awaits me this weekend.

If I owe you an email, I'm sorry - I want to reply but I start sentences and can't think clearly enough to finish them. Thank you for your message and I'll be in touch soon.


JaneB said...

Sometimes you just have to look after yourself!

Psych Post Doc said...

Good for you. I am reaching that limit quickly this week. Can't wait for Thanksgiving for some time away.

Anonymous said...

Mmmmm, hummus as comfort food. Definitely something I can agree on. If you ever want a good recipe, let me know.

This week has been pretty much the same for me. Sometimes, I feel like we live in parallel universes or something, because quite often a post you write will fit in with recent experiences I'm having, too. Very strange, but kinda cool.


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