Ok, I feel a little better.
Damn, it’s hot! It’s been one of the hottest summers I can remember. And whenever it approaches (or reaches, or exceeds) 100 degrees, it seems I’m always having to run around outside. Which is not helping my stress level.
I’ve been “in-processing” this past week. Still doing the job I’ve been doing since April, but now I’m officially in the position. Lots of paperwork and footwork (amazingly, Air Force Human Resources is still in the dark ages of paper and pen). Another one of those horrid weeks like we had in March, this time with less than half the staff I had (I was at work until 10:30 pm last Thur—and I start at 8:00 am). All on top of the uncertainty of the job moving north. We’re told to we have to move this coming Friday, but we still don’t have any place to work. I’m very tempted to let all the stuff we do just drop by the way-side. Maybe then someone will put emphasis on getting desks for us. Who am I kidding? That person will most likely be me.
Gosh, that sounds kind of conceited, doesn’t it? But honestly, I’m not! I’ve just come to learn over the years that I’m not as incompetent as I used to think I was. At least my job makes me feel useful.
The kitties are all stretched out trying to stay cool. Even Gigi, the only one with short hair.
Epilogue: Hey! It looks like a cold front is coming through! The sky has darkened, the wind is blowing, and it’s raining. Yay!