I’m just sick enough to feel miserable, but not really sick enough to justify staying home from work. It totally sucks.
This morning, Kürbis woke me up at o’dark thirty by scratching at the blankets. He knows this wakes us up. My job is then to hold the blankets up so he can slip in and curl up alongside you, purring like a chainsaw. It’s unbearably cute, especially since he isn’t always cuddly, but I could not get back to sleep because he was purring so loud, right next to my ear.
I’m so busy at work anymore, I hardly have time to goof off and write anything. Our booth at this one trade fair needs decorations, I should coordinate pictures of sufficient resolution and with Chinese captions or whatever to be sent to the right person. Then a brochure is delayed because some idiot decided to take a trivial matter all the way to the CEO (literally, how we write the date in the brochure’s issue number). User manual needs to be translated, I’ll get right on that. Phone rings, it’s someone from our Chinese subsidiary wanting to talk to someone whose name I don’t understand. Another 10 minutes gone before I get that he wants to talk to someone named Schuetz and the receptionist thought he wanted to talk to me. Transfer him. An ad in a magazine is due at the end of the week, what pictures should we use? And so on. Right now I feel like I’m doing nothing but work. I have to really try to relax this weekend.
I’m going to go feel lousy on the couch now.