Midweek meandering

I suppose I should be encouraged that today's visitor to the blog from Dubai was looking for "memory verse list".  Well, unless they were looking for verses from the Koran.

It's been one of those days. A coworker - a direct report of mine - is upset that I actually expect her to work; when you are already substantially behind on high priority items (due in large part to taking three vacation days during the last two weeks, in addition to being out of the office the entire two weeks prior to that), asking for two more half days - not as vacation, but assuming you can just "make up the time"  - is probably not a good idea.  Especially when we've had several conversations about priorities and organization already.

And yet, how is it that after that conversation I was the one who felt like crying?

The regular Wednesday morning staff meeting I spent some time readying for early this morning was moved to a strange time (1:45), and subsequently to a different room.  Will it surprise anyone if no one shows up?

Walked out of the house this morning to discover that I had parked on the wrong side of the street last night (no ticket, thankfully), in spite of remembering on the way home yesterday that it was the twelfth, and I could park in front of the house.  This working five days per week instead of four is messing with my awareness of dates.

There have been a few other things - a contact lens attack while going through a drive through in the pre-dawn hour (nothing says excitement like trying to take out, rinse and replace a contact lens while sitting in the car in the dark!), odd work related dreams last night (I looked up from my desk and realized someone had put two big bookcases in my office, filled with more work for me to do, of course - can we say work stress?) and general not-solved-by-copious-amounts-of-coffee idiocy on my part.

Thank heaven it is hump day.