raybear | Can't you see I'm trying, I don't even like it.

Meetings, meetings, meetings.

At 9:30 I was scheduled to go out for coffee with the boss to discuss the review. She got in late, and we didn't leave until nearly 10. It was fine and dandy and I got a little bit of a needs-improvement speech on some areas but for the most part thanks-for-your-help and despite massive budget cuts in many areas, I will be receiving a 6% raise which I certainly won't turn down. I have plans for using the retroactive paycheck for a security deposit when I have to move at the end of the summer.

Stop. I have to move at the end of the summer. I keep forgetting this yet simultaneously I've thought of it constantly whenever I'm in other people's neighborhoods and apartments. At this time I could get anxious about it since in two months I should begin the search, but why? I have two more months.

Then I just got out of a staff meeting which was fairly short but seemed endless because I had way too much coffee this morning. Now I'm back at the desk and preparing a to-do list. Who am I all of a sudden?

I still hate my job. But I'm still partially motivated to get my isht together, if only to improve the feng shui of my work area which is overrun with archive files that need to be organized and put away.