bridget

Here I am, working my ass off again. I couldn't stay focused yesterday, and my patience was fleeting today, so I'm going to be up all night finishing these projects. I was hoping to be done by midnight, but that isn't looking likely.

I didn't realize what a HUGE responsibility it would be to have a bunch of smart people working under me. I have to assign projects, which means I have to understand what I am doing. I don't. I have to train these people, while trying to get all of my own work done. I'm failing at that already.

My mouth tends to write checks my brain can't cash.

At least I had a pretty good, fun and relaxing weekend (when I wasn't freaking out). Couches are so much more comfortable than desk chairs. The back massage also helped.

I'm listening to SubArachnoid Space when I'm not transcribing tapes. That's really good work music. OK, I hate long journal entries, but I needed to air some shit.

I'm sorry to all the people I told I might go out tonight. Face it, we all knew that was never going to happen. Oh, and I changed my profile picture because the drinking helmet has not been getting much play as of late. This picture more accurately describes my life. Sullen, in front of a computer.