Dork

I was very excited to wear a t-shirt and jeans to work Friday. No pants problems with jeans!

I am equally excited to put up a poster about anger in my office. Also dorky.

I felt insecure when I woke up this morning, since I had no to-do list, and my life has been absolutely ruled by to-do lists this week. So I wrote one. It includes some essentials as "shower" and "empty dishwasher." Riveting!

Even though it is probably clinically insane of me, I'm thinking about doing nanowrimo again this year. I really don't have much free time, and the last time I did it, I was temping and could write at work. That sure won't happen this year. But I miss writing a bit, and I don't want to give it up. Maybe this year I'll write something I like enough to continue on with. Of course, I have no plot or character ideas whatsoever. But one of the only two things I've ever written to completion was started with no idea of what I was writing, so it's not that bad of a precedent. I have a month to talk myself out of it. We'll see what happens.

I'm describing my job lately as "doing too much for too many with too little," which is about par for the course for my employer. It's just gone up to 11 for me this year. The paperwork has to be PERFECT and my # of clients has skyrocketed. Plus, the clients know me now and are more likely to come stop by, which I like and I want, but it keeps me uber busy. However, I work some some really dedicated and funny people, plus I have my own office space, which is miraculous. And a Danish social worker is coming by to chat with me about American social work practice, which is hysterical and awesome. I hope I don't make it sound like the field is total crap.