Me. I am very busy and important. Okay, maybe just busy… This week goes down in history (I’m probably forgetting some weeks in history) as the Busiest Week Ever. It’s kind of a funny story…
Normally, I work Tuesday-Saturday, as I mentioned in my last post. This week, however, we were going to be closed on Saturday due to a work function in Chicago that did not involve me. So I opted to work Monday-Friday for a free three-day weekend! Plus, I’d have been home alone, so I was going to have a party in my basement. At least one person said they’d come. Then, however, I was asked to join on this Chicago thing. Oh, and I need you to still work Monday. Fiiiine. Plans: canceled. Fun: over. It turns out that having a one-day weekend makes me a little, shall we say, testy. So in my testy state, I did some quick math and figured I’m working 99 hours this week. Including commute time… it sounds more pitiful.
Once I finished feeling sorry for myself, I started to panic. First, I do need to sleep. So, working around that and my 14-hour days, I need to get the basic things accomplished, and get my business-suited self off to Chicago for a long day and a black-tie evening. *deep breaths start… NOW*
I’ve got some systems in place to get me through my busy weeks, but this week my systems are failing me. Part of my week-prep involves making an egg bake for breakfast all week. It’s the greatest thing, because you can change the ingredients around to suit your mood. The base is a loaf of crusty bread, like a baguette, an egg mixture, and cheese. But you can use goat cheese, or cheddar cheese, or swiss cheese, and so on. You get the idea, right? Sometimes a little goat cheese with spinach and bacon is nice. Sometimes I like to use the Mexican cheddar and throw in some olives and chorizo and have myself some huevos for the week. Life on the edge. One of these days I’ll teach you all how to make it. For now, though, I’ll just wish I had some. One-day weekend system fail.
Another system failure: I set up the coffee pot each night… okay, I’m lying. He sets the coffee up. He also puts a mug of it on my bedside table in the morning, and that has become my alarm clock. I know, spoiled.
Okay, he doesn’t put a picked flower with it, but I am NOT complaining. (Even if the occasional flower would be nice…)
This coffee thing is a double time-saver, though. First, I get coffee in my system ASAP so that I can function to get out the door ever. I won’t say it happens quickly, because it doesn’t. I am my mother. I also take a mug of it with me, saving me a stop on the way to work. I didn’t say these were innovations, just systems. And this one won’t happen all week because I simply can’t drink a whole pot (i.e., I like to go to Caribou).
And did I say I was my mother? Not quite. I’ve got my own spin on it… She has to leave the house 6 times before she leaves the house, each door slam louder than the last. I just cover all those trips in and out before I walk out the door. Same amount of time, less obvious malfunction. Always improving on the previous generation.
I’m working on a system to get the dishes and laundry done so that I don’t come home to a disaster zone, but I’m not sure where exactly that fits in. I’m starting to wonder how other people get things done.