In which plans are a good thing
Jun. 8th, 2011 04:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenayThis weekend I have A Plan. It's a good plan.
There will be getting up early to buy groceries so that I have time for chores and exercise before lunch. Then there will be an hour or two of quiet book time before the main event: the cinema for X-Men: First Class. I've heard a lot of good things about it, I love X-Men movies and this is one that Mum definitely won't want to see so I want to go before she arrives (eleven days! Eep!).
If my back isn't screaming by the time I get out of the cinema, then I'm taking myself out to supper. Either I'll go to one of the places near the cinema or to my favourite sushi place, depending on what I feel like at the time.
Just in case my back is being a bitch, I'm getting in a frozen pizza so that there's the option of going home and sticking that in the oven. There is also the phone and the local pizza place if even sticking a pizza in the oven is too much like painful work.
Why yes, I do need to plan these things. Not only do I not do spontaneous well, I've got a back that doesn't like me sitting for long so a cinema trip needs to be well-planned with a post-cinema recovery plan in place. I'm going to need to be really well-planned for Harry next month. There is no way that I'm missing that!
In other back-related planning, in two weeks time we have our half-yearly big meeting that involves an entire day of listening to talks while sitting on the most uncomfortable chairs known to man in a freezing cold hotel conference room. Can you tell that I'm not looking forward to this? I called in sick rather than do the December one, but this time I'm taking a different tactic. I'll go, I'll medicate myself as much as I can (which, frankly, isn't much because I don't have any good drugs) and I'll ask Mum to drive me to and from work that day just in case I can't drive by the evening.
If I feel like crap on the day after, I'll call in sick. It still uses a sick day, but there's the potential that I might not need to call in sick whereas just pulling a sickie to get out of it guarantees losing a sick day. Also, at least it will give me ammo if this is still an issue for the next one :-) Plus at least this time I'll get all the useful info rather than hoping colleagues pass it on correctly. OK, I may not be paying attention that well due to excruciating pain but I'll try to absorb at least a bit of it which is better than nothing. Right?
And I can feel righteous when I call in sick the day after and spend the day in various poses of agony. I might even feel like I deserve some ice-creamy treat or something.
Today I made a silly mistake and forgot to take anything for my mid-morning snack. I finished my little bags of Cadbury Animals biscuits and planned to either take a packet of custard creams (love them so much it's insane) or some little bags of Cadbury Fingers. But I forgot. Our vending machine is filled with a combination of crisps that I don't like and chocolatey peanutty treats that are banned in our nut-free office. No, the logic of that escapes me, too. Anyway, vending machine was unhelpful for supplying a mid-morning snack and there were no baked goods hovering in the office today. Of all the days to not have baked goods in the office...
I was in the middle of cursing myself and feeling all self-pitying when I spotted the box of Ritz crackers on my desk. I love Ritz crackers and these are my emergency-snack-needs box, so I totally nommed a bunch with my morning cup of tea. Not quite the same as tasty biscuits, but at least I haven't ended up eating my lunch stupidly early.
Note to self: bring noms to work tomorrow! And replenish the emergency snacks drawer!
There will be getting up early to buy groceries so that I have time for chores and exercise before lunch. Then there will be an hour or two of quiet book time before the main event: the cinema for X-Men: First Class. I've heard a lot of good things about it, I love X-Men movies and this is one that Mum definitely won't want to see so I want to go before she arrives (eleven days! Eep!).
If my back isn't screaming by the time I get out of the cinema, then I'm taking myself out to supper. Either I'll go to one of the places near the cinema or to my favourite sushi place, depending on what I feel like at the time.
Just in case my back is being a bitch, I'm getting in a frozen pizza so that there's the option of going home and sticking that in the oven. There is also the phone and the local pizza place if even sticking a pizza in the oven is too much like painful work.
Why yes, I do need to plan these things. Not only do I not do spontaneous well, I've got a back that doesn't like me sitting for long so a cinema trip needs to be well-planned with a post-cinema recovery plan in place. I'm going to need to be really well-planned for Harry next month. There is no way that I'm missing that!
In other back-related planning, in two weeks time we have our half-yearly big meeting that involves an entire day of listening to talks while sitting on the most uncomfortable chairs known to man in a freezing cold hotel conference room. Can you tell that I'm not looking forward to this? I called in sick rather than do the December one, but this time I'm taking a different tactic. I'll go, I'll medicate myself as much as I can (which, frankly, isn't much because I don't have any good drugs) and I'll ask Mum to drive me to and from work that day just in case I can't drive by the evening.
If I feel like crap on the day after, I'll call in sick. It still uses a sick day, but there's the potential that I might not need to call in sick whereas just pulling a sickie to get out of it guarantees losing a sick day. Also, at least it will give me ammo if this is still an issue for the next one :-) Plus at least this time I'll get all the useful info rather than hoping colleagues pass it on correctly. OK, I may not be paying attention that well due to excruciating pain but I'll try to absorb at least a bit of it which is better than nothing. Right?
And I can feel righteous when I call in sick the day after and spend the day in various poses of agony. I might even feel like I deserve some ice-creamy treat or something.
Today I made a silly mistake and forgot to take anything for my mid-morning snack. I finished my little bags of Cadbury Animals biscuits and planned to either take a packet of custard creams (love them so much it's insane) or some little bags of Cadbury Fingers. But I forgot. Our vending machine is filled with a combination of crisps that I don't like and chocolatey peanutty treats that are banned in our nut-free office. No, the logic of that escapes me, too. Anyway, vending machine was unhelpful for supplying a mid-morning snack and there were no baked goods hovering in the office today. Of all the days to not have baked goods in the office...
I was in the middle of cursing myself and feeling all self-pitying when I spotted the box of Ritz crackers on my desk. I love Ritz crackers and these are my emergency-snack-needs box, so I totally nommed a bunch with my morning cup of tea. Not quite the same as tasty biscuits, but at least I haven't ended up eating my lunch stupidly early.
Note to self: bring noms to work tomorrow! And replenish the emergency snacks drawer!
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Date: 2011-06-08 10:46 pm (UTC)