Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

When we last left our heroine, she was all of these things: a CM consultant, member of the work morale team, and editor of the account monthly newsletter. Today, I am none of those. Thank the applicable gods!

While I still have the same full-time job (which I am truly and finally caught up!), the same part-time job, and will be the account United Way coordinator this season (only September 1-October 31)... I still feel an immense sense of relief. I will still continue to scrap book, but with the benefits of being just a customer. No required buying, with staff at my command! [evil maniacal laughter inserted here]

As for the morale team at work... good luck with that, folks! The new regime has their work cut out for them. Especially since nobody seems to realize they need to change bank signature cards, and what a hassle it is going to be to update those every six to twelve months! I'm just happy not having to worry about being the jeans police, and pulling a Lois Lane every month. Besides, look what happened to Margot Kidder! No one likes a crazy woman.

Which now leaves me with the dubious honor of being at the disposal of our federal and state prosecutors. They are gearing up for court appearances on one case, with a couple more queued up for federal docket. The only foreseeable bummer of my day-to-day existence is I will again have to deal with a woman as my primary appeal contact whom has been difficult in the past. This is only due to state staffing realignment. Oh well, at least now she has a little more to hold her attention, and I can medicate myself if she stresses me out too much. I don't feel it should have to come to that... but in the grand scheme of things, it's just easier that way.

And what did I get accomplished over the long, holiday weekend? Well, I'll tell you.

A new weekly planner,
the laundry,
the dishes,
vacuuming,
a closet overhaul and shoe reorganization,
hair appointment,
a mommy visit for the grandparent thing,
monster relay for a play date,
and twelve hours of CSI (Las Vegas) straight.

That's with all the cleaning and CSI just on Monday. Camille would be so proud! My calendar and enhancements are color-coordinated, clever, and oh-so chic!

Yet, in all my anal-retentiveness...I still managed to miss the Pamela Ribon book stop. Which is a profound bummer. Even though I had it written on the correct day on the (now old) calendar, AND was looking at said calendar *all* weekend while creating my new one.... [flash the "L" with me, folks]

My brain was not putting Sept. 2 and Saturday together. I thought I was supposed to go to the library on Sunday at 2 p.m. That was so much more convenient for me, since errands took up all Saturday afternoon. All this time I'd been so excited to see my girl crush.... yet fate and fame has passed me by.

While I may be Aquarian, and therefore supposedly organized... I am still a dork. And I have the sticker to prove it (compliments of the Rock On store from St. Louis' Union Station)!