Mondayist Tuesday

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

I know it’s Tuesday, but it really does feel like Monday.

After not working for six days, I knew it would take me time to get back into the swing of things. But did it really need to be this difficult? The day began with a meeting with me and my counterpart. I had absolutely nothing to contribute to the conversation at all. After that awkward meeting was over, I tried to remember what I did for a living. I sat there and looked at my computer for at least 30 minutes. I need to remind you that I have been in my current profession for over 20 years. Twenty. Years. My next meeting, one that you would think I would know what I’m doing because I’ve run this meeting every week since January, was a disaster. I bumbled through it and stuttered like I have never been in a meeting once in my life. I’m honestly not sure what happened the rest of the workday, I think I blocked all of it out.

My daughter called me to let me know that she was going to be staying at her dads, and the boyfriend let me know that he was going to be going to his friends house for a “short while“, which means he’ll be gone until 10 PM. So that left me at home alone all evening. I started by sitting in my massage chair, because my neck is still killing me. I still do not have full range of motion and I’m starting to wonder if I ever will. Then I thought it would be a good idea to start gathering all the things that I am going to be taking over to my parents house to set up my art studio. Which meant I needed to get stuff out of my garage.

Here’s the thing, my garage is disgusting. Not from me, mind you, but because everybody in my house uses the garage as dumping grounds. Granted, I do have countless boxes of holiday, decorations. There’s also totes of old memorabilia and items for my youth, and from when my daughter was little that I just cannot seem to bring myself to throw away. But since the boyfriend only does his shopping online, we have boxes upon boxes upon boxes. Of course, there’s also the boyfriend’s FunkoPop dolls, the ones that I would like to bury him in. There’s also a ton of little kids toys that the boyfriend refuses to get rid of because his kids “may still want to play with them”… his 18 and 16 year old kids. So what began as me just looking for my art supplies, turned into a full on garage cleanup. After four hours of cleaning up, and I’m not joking about it taking four hours, I am only done with half of the garage.

I guess I know what I’m doing tomorrow night.