My headset arrived today for work. Apparently I'm too loud and annoying when I am on speakerphone. This, however, will not stop me from being a loud and boisterous speaker. They're just going to have to deal with it ...
I worked from home the past two days and it was amazing. Maybe I'm more suited for that kind of lifestyle. Only if I didn't have to use my cellphone for conference calls ...
In other news, my sickness is fading, but is tapering in it's last legs very, very slowly. I have had very minor sniffles and congestion for the past 4 or so days. It's not painful or really distracting, I just know it's there, and it confuses me. I think I should see a doctor to make sure I don't have allergies.
My Mom, however, thinks they are stress related. About half a year ago, I would have scoffed at the idea, but now I think it's quite plausible. In fact, the conversation where that suggestion came from was quite an emotional one for me. That's what happens when I talk to Mom. I have problems, I have thoughts, and doubts. And I keep them mostly to myself, but when I talk to Mom it always comes all out like that. Sometimes to the point where I find myself sobbing with confusion and regret.
For now, I'll just sniffle my way through the rest of this week, build the rest of the main pieces of furniture for my home, and have some fun with the guests that will be visiting me this weekend.
Time is going by so fast.
I worked from home the past two days and it was amazing. Maybe I'm more suited for that kind of lifestyle. Only if I didn't have to use my cellphone for conference calls ...
In other news, my sickness is fading, but is tapering in it's last legs very, very slowly. I have had very minor sniffles and congestion for the past 4 or so days. It's not painful or really distracting, I just know it's there, and it confuses me. I think I should see a doctor to make sure I don't have allergies.
My Mom, however, thinks they are stress related. About half a year ago, I would have scoffed at the idea, but now I think it's quite plausible. In fact, the conversation where that suggestion came from was quite an emotional one for me. That's what happens when I talk to Mom. I have problems, I have thoughts, and doubts. And I keep them mostly to myself, but when I talk to Mom it always comes all out like that. Sometimes to the point where I find myself sobbing with confusion and regret.
For now, I'll just sniffle my way through the rest of this week, build the rest of the main pieces of furniture for my home, and have some fun with the guests that will be visiting me this weekend.
Time is going by so fast.
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