It’s raining cats & dogs outside right now; perfect weather for sleeping. If the rain continues into the morning, it’s going to be hard to get up. I don’t really want to go to bed right now, but it’s just about 1AM and I have this thing called a job that pays me money to show up every morning.
I had a 10PM conference call with Taiwan tonight, so I’ve technically already started work for this week. I’m ok with going to work tomorrow, but I’m not particularly looking forward to waking up and getting out of bed in order to do so.
Overall, it’s been a short but good weekend. I did some volunteer work at the county jail on Saturday morning, ran a handful of errands in the afternoon, and headed up to Kingston for the Catskill 3500 Club’s annual dinner. That was an interesting and fun experience. I got to meet a handful of people I only know from the forum, which was cool. And I got to go up to the podium twice: first to accept my certificate of membership in the Catskill 3500 Club (I finished my 39 peaks in July of 2009), and then to accept my certificate for climbing all 35 mountains in the winter.
A couple of people actually came over to my table to congratulate me. There were two or three other members picking up both certificates on Saturday night, and a handful of people for each of the separate awards as well. Overall, it was a pretty nice experience. Even though I climbed most of the mountains (and all of the winter peaks) alone, I really felt like I was a part of a community of hikers. Pretty sweet.
One of the people who stopped by to say hello and congratulations was Heather Rolland. I’d met Heather on the forum, and we’re now friends on facebook, but it wasn’t until after we had spoken in real life that someone told me she’s a published author. Huh. That made her compliment of my writing even more meaningful. Heather has a website and a blog – I definitely recommend checking both out. I ordered her book Finders, Seekers, Losers, Keepers when I got home on Saturday night and am looking forward to reading it.
Sunday was spent sleeping in and running errands. Laundry, eating and whatnot. Real exciting stuff that I won’t get into here, because I try to keep things pretty boring on this website.
My apartment is clean, cake is baked (I made some mini muffins tonight, too), and my ducks are generally in a row. I still need to do my effin taxes. My tax-estimating iPhone app suggests that I’m going to owe the tax man about seven grand, so I figure there’s probably something wrong with the data I entered. If I do end up owing that much, I’m probably going to disappear to my one room shack in Montana and contemplate my next moves. Shit: I haven’t even put together an outline for my manifesto.
It’s not that the con call with Taiwan was particularly stressful for me or that it took out a huge chunk of my time; but something in me kind of wants to push back against work invading my weekend. I think I should probably start leaving early on Fridays or something.
When I was leaving work this past Friday – at 6:30, mind you – my boss said “Hey, what are you doing this weekend? You won’t be “bushwhacking” the whole time will you?” I said probably no hiking for me this weekend, but that I would be in the Cats for the annual dinner. He said “Good, because we have this super-secret project that we’re going to need to discuss this weekend.” [“Super-secret” is a paraphrase.] At 10PM on Friday, I received an email from him (along with a couple of other people) asking what time on Saturday we’d be available for a call. Long story short, we ended up not having a call, but wtf, I didn’t want to have to keep checking my blackberry all weekend “just in case.” Pfffft.
So whatever, the busy season is coming and I’m more or less ready for it. But I’m going to need to man up and grab the fuzzy things between my legs and be a bit more proactive about my schedule. If I work late or on the weekend, I need to come in later or take a Friday off or something. I don’t like confrontation or negotiation, but if I let work walk all over me, the resentment will eat me alive. Oh, and I need to get my ass back on a regular copywriting schedule to start making some extra money.
Yay. Happy Monday, folks.