Because I have two days of sick leave, and because I’m not down with hearing yet again about how much work I’m going to have to do when my co-editor leaves, I decided there was only one thing to do:
Take a mental health day. Why the hell not?
So I’m kind of treating this as a preview of my month-long R&R. I made a to-do list (me? lists? weird), got some hazelnut coffee from my local deli, and am now …
Reading the photo recaps of Sleepy Hollow on TV.com. Sue me, they amuse me.
(And can I add? Tom Mison is very hot. It’s not like me to crush on actors [only Sam Neill has held that honor to date—did you know that Sam Neill follow Real Me on Twitter? Squee!], but I think I might swap out Chris Osgood for Tom Mison on my freebie list.)
(Ozzie’s more of the type I usually go for, as reflected in my husband’s appearance and build. Still, there’s something about Ichabod …)
So you know what happened after yesterday’s post? Not one, but two friends announced pregnancies. I won’t lie—that did sting a little. However, these pregnancies are also the result of RE assistance, so I was able to think of it in positive terms. If we continue to have trouble, we have a doctor to turn to. In the end, I was very happy for these women. One in particular had struggled for two years and said she didn’t go to the RE until recently because she was in denial. It made me feel even better about taking the bull by the horns and making that appointment.
Another good thing that did happen was that a friend reached out and asked if I wanted to join her book club again. If you read my last blog, you know I have a love/hate relationship with book clubs. In theory, they’re a great way to explore books. In practice, people tend to follow the commercial crowd and pick stinky genre books to read. I did, however, say I would join up again in February. Why? The very good part about book club was hanging out with people who were, book choices sometimes aside, very nice people. I could stand to get out more. I could stand to read more! (And let’s be honest … I’m probably at my best when I’m writing negative reviews because I let myself have a lot of fun deconstructing the piece.)
Finally, in the interest of paying it forward, remember that phone interview I had last week that could’ve been a full interview? Well, a friend at my happy hour last week had said she was going to apply to the job. I didn’t say anything at the time. However, given that I had to withdraw, I mentioned her name to my would’ve-been boss and recommended her highly. I wasn’t sure if it would have any effect—after all, I’m was just a candidate. But she said she would be looking into my friend. I have my fingers crossed for my friend; truly, we did practically the same job and she was great to work with.
And now that I’ve spent 45 minutes writing this and swooning over Chris Osgood and Tom Mison pics, off to get some stuff done.
(I mean, cough, cough.)