This week has been packed, mostly with work. Our new computer software that was supposed to be an upgrade is like an idiot savant that doesn't know how to tie its own shoes. It can do all sorts of fancy things that the other program couldn't do, but those are nice-to-haves. It falls flat on the must-haves, unfortunately. Data entry is taking 4 x as much time as it used to due to the limitations on macros. Therefore guess who has taken whom a buttload of data to enter this weekend? Yes, very good, it's me.
I also haven't done any housework in two weeks, so I need to catch up on some basic cleanliness around here.
I have a haircut scheduled, because if my hair gets any pouffier people are going to start calling me "Fluffy".
And this afternoon I am committed to spending some time with a friend who is going through a major personal crisis. She's a young mother of two going through an ugly divorce from a total a**hole, and he's being cruel to her through his lawyer at every opportunity. She's seriously a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown. At the moment her parents, whom she usually turns to for support, are away on vacation. Ken and I are going to her place to hang out and keep her company.
So in other words I have a packed schedule - all very meaningful, but woah. I won't mind when things slow down a bit! OK, off I go to do lots of stuff.