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Feb. 21st, 2002 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chestnutcurlsI've been having a pretty good day. I have had stuff to do, and I got a fun happy email from Casey this morning. Plus, I spontaneously went home for lunch. I always like being home in the middle of the day. I have Saviori to look forward to tonight, and then I can go home and watch the figure skating finals. So, a good day.
However, all of a sudden I am stressed about my vacation time at work. It looks like I may not be able to go to summer conference, which is awful after finding out that I could. I don't understand all the "accrual" stuff, but what I do get doesn't look good. I have been looking forward to it so much. It is (was) going to be my last conference. I have had such hopes for it. Now maybe I will have to sit in my cubicle while my people go to the beach without me.
If I had more assurance in a certain area, this would not bother me QUITE so much. But as far as that goes, I remain a boat at sea. Actually, more like a boat coming into the harbor. A boat which is very close to land. I can see the land, and the dock workers are guiding me in, but I may be turned away at the last minute due to...um...an expired passport.
Having purged myself of that messy and ridiculous metaphor, I am going to go check the mail. At least it made me feel better to write that. :)
However, all of a sudden I am stressed about my vacation time at work. It looks like I may not be able to go to summer conference, which is awful after finding out that I could. I don't understand all the "accrual" stuff, but what I do get doesn't look good. I have been looking forward to it so much. It is (was) going to be my last conference. I have had such hopes for it. Now maybe I will have to sit in my cubicle while my people go to the beach without me.
If I had more assurance in a certain area, this would not bother me QUITE so much. But as far as that goes, I remain a boat at sea. Actually, more like a boat coming into the harbor. A boat which is very close to land. I can see the land, and the dock workers are guiding me in, but I may be turned away at the last minute due to...um...an expired passport.
Having purged myself of that messy and ridiculous metaphor, I am going to go check the mail. At least it made me feel better to write that. :)
