After hours of procrastination and anxiety, I:

1. showered
2. dressed
3. left the house
4. drove to Costco
5. had my photo taken (so I can get a company credit card)
6. drove to Shopko
7. picked up garbage bags, milk, and my prescriptions
8. drove home
9. unloaded the car and put things away

I'm so... proud. Or something. Agoraphobia blows.

Unrelated: I couldn't figure out why all the stores and streets were so crowded... then I realized it's because it's hot out and most homes here don't have AC, but the stores do.

*ahem*

Mar. 14th, 2006 11:53 am
I have learned to drink my coffee without any sweetener.

I feel so much closer to being a Real Grownup™ now.

I maintain that I must keep using creamer-things in my coffee because I am at risk for osteoporosis and milk does a body good. Yes, even the powdered chemical stuff that has never been within ten feet of anything resembling milk. Using creamer-things in my coffee is the responsible adult thing to do. My health, you see.

That is all.


ETA: (It's never all, is it?) Okay, about that grownup thing. It has just occurred to me that I am less than seven years away from the age at which my mother became a grandmother, and only three years from the age at which my grandmother gained such status.

*blink*

Whoa.

Aug. 24th, 2005 11:07 am
I'm sitting here at my computer, which is located on my desk (which is actually three desks arranged together), starting work on My Very First Workplan, having ticked three other items off today's "to-do" list.

I have a Workplan and Goals and stuff. I have an Assistant.

I think this means I'm a grownup now. Duuude.
Bookkeeper: Hey, I've got a bunch of paperclips here, where do you want them?
Me: OOOhhhhhH!!! Paperclips!! *holds out hands like two year old getting chocolate*
Bookkeeper: *blink* I want my box back.
Me: Okay. *starts picking oversize paperclips out of pile* I am a paperclip segregationist. A paperclip sizeist, if you will.
Bookkeeper: *snort*
Me: *coos over little box of shiny silver paperclips* Is this where all my paperclips go when they leave my loving hands?
Bookkeeper: Yes.
Me: I'm delighted to know they're caught so gently and held with such care.
Bookkeeper: AccountantGuy saw my box of paperclips. He gasped and said "You need to return those!"
Me: [to AccountantGuy] Thank you, AccountantGuy. [to Bookkeeper] AccountantGuy knows how I feel about my paperclips.
Two Passing Coworkers: *snort*
Bookkeeper: *backs away slowly, clutching now-empty box*
Me: *coos over paperclips and carefully arranges them*

I can't tell you how relieved I was to learn that I'm not the only one. (Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ladytabitha for that link.)

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