July 23 15

I am actually extremely busy these days

[Okay, sidebar, I know people hate the word busy, but why? When did being busy become a bad thing? I’m not complaining about it (“Look at me, I’m such a martyr, I’m so busy, get me to my Betty Draper fainting couch!“), I’m not saying it as a virtue (“Look at how busy I am, I’m so awesome!” Um, nope) I’m not trying to play the busy olympics; I’m not any busier than you, I’m just saying it. I’m busy. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just a thing. It’s  thing that comes with LIFE. It comes with having jobs I love. It comes with having a dog, a spouse, a mortgage. It’s a thing that comes with being a creative person, with having hobbies and passions and desires and dreams and wishes.]

[In addition to being busy, I am: short, love to read, would rather look like those girls from Big Love than pick up the phone and make a haircut appointment, the proud owner of a new pet snail named Penny named for Penny from LOST, obviously 12 years old because I took a chunk out of my knee this morning shaving my legs and am currently sporting a fancy Avengers band-aid, catching up on Masters of Sex and no longer mortified to tell my father-in-law that I’m, in fact, watching a show called Masters of Sex, moving in 8 days.]

[MOVING IN 8 DAYS]

but then my printer at work stops working and I need to fight for Michael-the-IT-guy-who-sits-next-to-me’s attention because poor guy never gets a break because there are always people breaking all sorts of forms of tech and with me it’s usually the printer and then Vanity Fair is all Come And Check Out Charlie Hunnam As King Arthur and I absolutely cannot not click over to see this and my new business cards show up and then there are photos of Emily at camp to look and then suddenly I forget to eat lunch and my morning coffee wears off and seriously ALL-CAPS FOCUS, ALI, you are busy, remember?

I need to learn to focus my brain and get organized and stop keeping all of my important reminders written in various moleskine notebooks or, you know, on post-its. Seriously, it’s 2015, and I work in digital everything, my entire life is online, and yet, I cannot keep a digital calendar working for me. I need it written down, but then again, I was that nerdy girl in high school and college with 16 different colored pens who rewrote all of her notes as a study tactic and a way to keep her OCD under control. (No, I do not wonder where Emily gets it from…there’s some truth to what they say about apples not falling far from trees which is a funny saying since I’m allergic to apples and Emily refuses to eat them.)

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But the good news is that Michael is a miracle worker got my printer working, so I can print out those photos of Charlie Hunnam get back to work.

 

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  1. I have to put everything in my work Outlook calendar. Which is nice, because it syncs to my phone too, but one of these days I’m going to get a note from IT that says “can you stop putting your bikini wax appointments in the work calendar?”

    EIGHT DAYS!!!!

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    Comment by Kristabella on July 23, 2015
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