The Long Blink

First, some good advice:

Ah, the Monday Morning Meeting--probably the most boring part of working in my triangle. I have the pleasure of sitting through both the sales meeting and the administrative meeting on Monday morning. Occasionally I'm assigned to do something during the administrative portion, but most of the time I just sit there and admire everyone's polo shirts, or hair gel or watch the men debate the merits of one country club over the other. Today I was really tired. Have you ever had that really tired when every time you blink it's like your eyes are trying to close? (Occasionally this happens to me during church (bad) and I remember it happening a lot during college.) This morning I was tired and bored--a very bad combination. I actually think that I fell asleep for a second or two because I jumped about a mile when Mr. X, who was sitting next to me, started talking. I looked around really quickly and it didn't seem like anyone noticed. After that I was more alert.

After the meeting, K and I spent about $3,000, which is always fun. On Thursday, BCFG will be the proud owner of a new binding machine. This one is really cool--it is a spiral binding machine (instead of the metal pinchy things) and it has this fabulous roller thing that spins the coils in. I'm pretty excited about--binding may become my new favorite thing. I may have to take a video on my phone so you can see the coils spinning. Seriously, I like it that much.

I've started seeing things that aren't there again.* They are all out of the corners of my eye, in my peripheral vision and, of course, not there when I turn my head. In the past I've had these when I've been under a lot of stress. I'm guessing that my stress is IRS related. We got that letter saying that our 2009 return was wrong and our deadline for responding to the IRS is June 15. I sent everything off this morning and now we wait for about 30 days. I'm trying to talk myself into a pleasant 30 days because I can't do anything now. Of course, I'm hoping that once the IRS sees the new documentation that they'll agree with my version of things. I really don't want to pay more money. I also really want the things to go away.

Oh, I'm not looking forward to Sunday. I just got home from choir practice and found out that the director has given power to the girl I don't like. Our director will be out of town on Sunday, so she will be directing. He better be careful, she may not give that baton back.

*Yes, the technical name for this would be hallucinations, but lets not call them that just yet.