I don't think I ever write about 'things I do', at least not directly. I write how I feel about or perceive things and I might write periodically about things that occur at work but I suppose that's just a small part of it. So here's what I'm doing today.
I get up late, 7:20, because NoMans has been patient and keeps coming back every five minutes to see if I'm ready to stop being comatose. I am allowed to do this because we are driving to work together today and we don't have to take Little Girl to camp because she's got a play date. Lucia will bathe her before her pickup and give her breakfast and I really hope will also brush her hair and then Lucia will be returned around 4 PM and that will be that; no camp drop off, no lunch to make, no camp pickup. Easy as pie.
We leave together at 8. We could have gone earlier because I really can get out of the house in under 20 minutes if pressed (OK, my hair might still be wet but I'll be mostly presentable) but I wasn't pressed today. I did, however, have some major wardrobe malfunctions. I've been having a lot of those lately. In the last six weeks I've managed to drop 10 pounds which is actually quite a bit on my frame. I have 10 more to go, I think, so I won't allow for new clothing. One, it's a bloody waste, and two, the last time I did that I stopped dead in my tracks and got depressed. So I had to change clothes a couple of times before I pronounced myself just North of the Ridiculous line.
I got to be a passenger on the way to work today. I like that a lot. Or I like being in the car with NoMans, either way. I got in the car with my briefcase and purse. Here's what's in my briefcase everyday (almost):
- My computer. It goes with me everywhere
- Inside the computer is a love note from NoMans. I get one every day and I read it while I'm waiting for said computer to boot.
- Half a bagel with two slices of American cheese in a plastic bag. I will toast this at the kitchen at my office and have it with coffee. I will throw out the plastic bag and feel guilty. Every day and still I haven't found another solution. What's up with that?
- My frozen lunch. Lately I'm on a Kashi kick and I really like their frozen meals. Very high in protein, lots of fiber, not enough calories and reasonable sodium. Plus, I can stand them. Added bonus there. Strangely I have no guilt about the packaging the meal comes in. Interesting double standard. I am guiltier feeling than usual because I've been reading The Contrary Goddess a lot lately and she always manages to get my attention one way or another. Try her July 1 post, you might give up your plastic too.
- A file folder containing personal things that I'm supposed to handle during the day but almost never do. But I carry it anyway.
On the drive in we talk or don't talk depending on how we feel. NoMans is especially attentive and amorous this morning because I was irritated with him this weekend. I love that about him (not the irritation part, the attentiveness when he knows he has been...). Today we are disjointed and foggy as we shake off the weekend and each contemplate what may or may not wait for us in email or otherwise. For me this is like reading three or four books together. Sometimes I might be away from one for too long or the other has really got my attention and then I'm all jumbled when I have to put it back together. My job is like that a lot but I don't mind so much anymore.
NoMans drops me at the front door and I ride the elevator to the fifth floor with a guy most people want to smack but for some reason he and I get on all right together. Might be because he's not actually an internal client yet. Give it time and make no promises, says my boss. I boot up, get my bagel and coffee and peruse my email. The phone rings. It is the support tech from India who was helping me on Friday. I boot up the machine in question and he hops right on by way of gotoassist and realizes almost right away that he is still in over his head. The weekend has not helped. I am not worried because at any time my user might come downstairs and say, "you know what? I'm OK if the preview doesn't work in the report writer, just close the call and give me back my new computer."
Shiva escalates to a senior tech. But before he does that he gets away from me because I have been reading The Sacred Journey (do it justice, start from Day 1) and he has made some changes I might or might not have missed. He swears he didn't but I can see where he has been confused and suggest that he really mustn't rename a URL unless he understands the implications. I get a call back almost right away from Chandra and I am very hopeful. He seems to know what he's up to but just then I can't get to my application server. Chandra is very patient while I ferret out the truth of a Cyber Center communications glitch and all the while I think Shiva did something while I wasn't looking and I try to remain zen about it all. Chandra works diligently and now not only can my user not preview but no one can preview anything anywhere!
This escalates me trying to get to our Weblogic vendor to see if I've expired. I won't bore you with that journey, I'll just let you know that it was surreal and painful and in the end it was all OK but I know at least three people who either need to find different lines of work or get brain transplants. I don't mean to be harsh but if you can't tell me if my license is expired and I pay you $xxx,xxx per year in maintenance, then maybe you need to be replaced by somebody who can. Jeeze!
In the end Chandra cannot solve this problem and I am considering the use of tears but he tells me, no need, you are escalated to Level 3 and I do veritable cartwheels because that means I get to talk to the Alpha Geeks and everything will be all right. That was five hours ago.
Nothin'. Bupkis. <deep sigh> (remain calm) [air is my friend]
I get lots of panicked user calls but not a single one relating to this problem. Now if my user comes down and asks for his computer I'm going to have to say no and he might even make me say why.
In the mean time I have solved a couple of quick issues, restructured a database, calmed down a hysterical user, redirected a support call and read The Sacred Journey in it's entirety.
I also ate lunch, I'm just not sure when or how.
When I am complete here I will make a phone call and pray for a good answer. I will get ready for tomorrow's meetings and do some front work for Thursday. At sixish NoMans will pick me up and we will travel home together. I will also remember to call Lucia and ask her to marinate some of that lovely organic chicken I buy in what feels like 100 pound increments at Whole Foods (which is NO WHERE NEAR where I live so I have to buy in bulk). When we get home I will light the barbeque if I can get to it (the painters may still have the back deck hostage) and have my evening walkies with Lucia while Little Girl stays in with NoMans. We will talk about god, God, the universe and everything or nothing at all. If we are lucky we will see those nice boys on skateboards from yesterday. I embarrass Lucia on a regular basis. It's my number one priority these days.
When we are done, two times around the circle, two miles, thirty minutes, I will throw the chicken on the grill and wander into my teeny tiny little deer-proofed garden for some butter crunch lettuce and maybe just to talk the green peppers into producing anything resembling a pepper and ask the broccoli (very politely) if it might consider actual broccoli with it's gorgeous foliage anytime soon. Periodically I will run back and forth and turn the chicken or I might trust NoMans but so far that's proven ill advised as he's easily distracted and grew up in South Jersey. I'm not sure what this has to do with not being able to grill or barbeque but he assures me it does. Ridge Walker? Is this true?
I will have a glass of wine and some of my beloved nicotine tabs. Someday I will wean myself off these as well but as a nearly 30 year smoker I'm just ecstatic beyond belief that I've been smoke free since October 3, 2006.
When the chicken is done we will all go upstairs to eat. Someone will have done something with a veggie or salad and there may be some quinoa or rice. We will all sit down to eat somewhere in the neighborhood of 8 PM which I hear is damn near abusive in these states and social services is likely to be pounding down my door for not having my kids fed, bathed and in bed by 8. Listen, it all works, all right? We don't have to rush the day, the girls get enough sleep and they graze when they're hungry. There isn't anything bad to graze on in my house so we're doing all right. We have the added benefit of several quality hours together every day. I love this part more than almost anything.
Given that it is Monday, Lucia will do the dishes. I will help her because we're trying to teach her to adopt the idea of contributing because it's her space, not because somebody makes her. We've got a lot of damage to undo but I can see clear progress. Also, she feels loved and honored which is really great. For any of you not following this blog, Lucia used to live part time with her dad and that turned out to be a really, really bad place for Lucia, in ways I had no idea until we talked to a lawyer and she doesn't have to go back and then slowly, like a frost damaged blossom, she started to thaw and open up. I cry a lot sometimes but we're going in the right direction.
We will watch television together and I might read or knit at the same time depending on what's going on. I dropped the stitches off the end of a fishnet stocking I've been knitting for Lucia and it was the second time in two days and I just haven't had the stomach to pick it back up. Plus I've got to knit another just like it because Lucia does indeed have two legs but since I'm an organic knitter and am never much inclined to count stitches or follow patterns more than even vaguely, this is going to be interesting.
Little Girl will go to bed at 9. She will rush to the couch at 8:56 and put herself to bed in NoMan's lap. She honestly does this because for some reason it's really important to her to go to sleep that way even though she knows she'll wake right up when he carries her to bed.
Lucia will get in my lap for a bit and then move over again or sit on the floor when NoMans comes back from the tuck in.
That's all folks. It's some kind of wonderful.