For now, enjoy the moment, when all you have to prove is that you can prove nothing at.

Yesterday was a great day, work wise.

My supervisor gave me this Excel spreadsheet to do and it involved figuring out a really hard problem that I’d never done before (pulling datasheets with currency conversions, and enabling macros…yes I am easily amused). After struggling with it, I figured it out. There are no words to describe how good that felt after all the uselessness I always felt at the Job-That-Wasn’t.

Earlier in the day, I couldn’t give verbal instructions on how to fix a problem in Word, and was freaking out about my inability  to do so, but my boss let me just sit down and work on in. And he spoke to me like a person and didn’t yell at me.

And then I wound up having bad dreams involving a poorly dressed me running into The Ex and his girlfriend, who told me they were engaged, and while i was grateful to wake up and realize they are not engaged, it’s something that’s probably coming sooner rather than later. Perhaps I should write “Year Nine” as I was planning to last year, but I don’t know if I can do that without depressing myself.

I have all these things that I want to write about (moreover, that I NEED to write about, just for the record, and for my own mental health) but I have no attention span/concentration lately.

The past 10 days went something like this:

Friday: Somewhat stupid decision to see HWSNBN when he texted me. Oops
Saturday: Sick. Psycho-somatic? Ha!
Sunday: Sleeping, late lunch with the Astoria girls
Monday: I forget what I did Monday.
Tuesday: Wrote out the full week’s calendar, woo-hoo. Watched the election stuff
Wednesday: Bob Barr!
Thursday: Finished important writing project. Bought a dress.
Friday: Presented important project. Received lots of praise. Walked on a cloud for the afternoon. Texted extensively with Ohio. Also interesting email from OLB. (When it rains it pours, and I will still never understand boys.) Then proceeded to do something stupid.
Saturday: Talked to Jill-IAN. Caught up. Assessed. Analyzed.
Saturday night/Sunday: Tried not to pass out from the heat in my apartment, drank lots of Gatorade, sweat
Monday: Supremely icky news from insurance company. Spent most of the day on the phone with them
Tuesday: More insurance drama. Mostly solved now, but will not have final answers until the end of the week and will be a ball of anxiety until then. Also, residual angst from Friday.

Some things coming up in the next 10 days, and lots of random plans/ideas and things on my mind.

I should probably make up a glossary for all the monikers. Ha.

Dawson: Can I have some advice?
Joey: Sure, what else are dumped ex-girlfriends for?

I related this to the Ex when he called me for advice, although he reminded me that I am the bitch who dumped him.