This week has been one of those weeks from hell, but unlike last week, mainly self inflicted. Monday, annoyance mainly, trying to flag down my boss to sign some documents before he hopped on a plane. Luckily, he hopped on a plane to NY so since he didn't have time to look at the documents on Monday, he was able to look at them on Tuesday. Sadly, more changes were required before we could send them out and next thing I knew, I was skipping my Engineers Without Borders meeting to wait for the slowest printer to print out three sets of a six page document for my boss to sign. Thankfully, the FedEx location is a bit more lenient here than in SF, so that when I dropped off the package at 8:10pm, everything was a-ok. Naturally, since my boss was in town, he wanted to grab drinks and food, and who am I to turn down free drinks and food. Its no big surprise that I didn't make it to swimming on Wednesday morning.

Wednesday, after moving offices at work, I took off early to volunteer with Rooftop Films at The Old American Can Factory. They were doing a screening of The Science of Sleep, so I figured it would be fun to help out and catch the flick at the same time. I wanted to be blown away by the film, but wasn't. Maybe it was that the dreamlike movie, while visually enthralling, didn't have enough story to distract me from how freakin' cold I was up on that rooftop. Note to self: rooftop films good for 100+ days, but not so much in mid September chills. The movie itself didn't end until around 11:30, and after helping out and running into a friend and talking for a while, next thing I know it was after 1am when I got home.

With two nights in a row of limited sleep, I was not looking forward to my co-op shift, but thankfully, it went quickly (checkout always goes quickly), and Sam finished early too, so we were able to escape before 11, making me exceedingly happy. Is it weird that the walk home from the co-op no longer seems that long? Maybe its because we weren't carrying any groceries, but I'm getting amazingly used to the walk from Park Slope to home. However, waking up to go to swimming this morning wasn't any easier.

Tonight is Rosh Hashanna dinner with the family, boding a relaxed evening, but inevitably a late night, making me very excited for the prospect of doing nothing all weekend other than reading the Sunday Times and catching up on all the TV premires from this week. Scratch that. Just heard that another team needs women for frisbee sectionals (the ones that were supposed to be last weekend but got rescheduled for this weekend making it unable for my team to go because they are going to be up in Maine at a tournament that I didn't feel like traveling for). So it looks that my relaxing lazy weekend just turned into one of two days of non-stop frisbee with a lot of driving in between. Not excited for craziness, but don't want to leave the team up the creek either....

Posted by dahl at September 22, 2006 10:02 AM

Bloody hell you're busy!
I hope you enjoyed your weekend even with all the frenziedness.

Oh, and I know what you mean about needing the signature - drawings are a pain in the ass like that.