Only one post last month! I feel like such a slacker. Actually, I don’t, because all the time I was away, I was working on a Caregiver Conference for the area. That little project (which ended up with awful attendance) ate up most of my time. I really don’t think, for all the work my company put into it, that we got any kind of helpful publicity. There were maybe 5 people attending the thing that were not connected to the vendors, and two of those people were my family and already knew about us. It was a rainy day, so I’ll just hope that’s what kept people away.
Anyway, it looks like we’re lined up to help again next year. That was another terrible thing last month. My work laptop got the FBI virus from some news site I was on, and I thought I was going to lose ALL the conference files (because of course I didn’t back them up). It was after the conference, so I wouldn’t need to recreate them on a deadline, but the upside to doing it next year was that I’d have all the things ready. I cried. It had been such a source of stress in my life. Communications with the head coordinator never went well. I would need something to go further with my part, and I would contact her. This may or may not end up with me getting the thing I was asking for, but almost certainly ended up with me getting a new request for some other thing. We sort of got roped into it this year, because last year we weren’t even invited. We’d attended the year before and were completely overlooked last year when they were inviting people to set up booths. My boss wanted to be sure we went this year, but ended up on the planning committee, and they needed someone who could make flyers. My boss returned from the meeting saying that she’d volunteered me for it, and that I could do this while I’m at work so I at least get paid for it. The flyer would not be enough. Before it was all over, I had done the flyer, the registration form, the pharmacy bag fillers, the conference schedule, the speaker bio page, and the powerpoint presentation, and was in charge of running the projector at the conference (after which, many of the fonts from my laptop were mysteriously missing).
I was extra cranky on the weekends if I didn’t get a day for myself. Since the doctor put me on the mission to lose weight, my mom had been coming by once a week to walk with me in the park. I understand that it’s important and having a schedule with another person keeps me accountable, so it wasn’t really a problem until this conference planning. I’ve been increasingly unpleasant as the date drew near, to the point where one morning I practically made my mom cry because I needed quiet, alone time really badly. Could have been PMS, because it was about that time, but I just could not handle people. I’m so glad I’ve got at least 8 months before I have to think about the conference again. And, yes, I backed up the files.
So last night I got to bed early. Yeah 11:30pm is pretty early for me. I normally nod off at 2am. When I woke up, I saw that a friend had been unable to stay asleep, and according to my mother, another of her friends was also having sleep difficulties last night. I was totally unprepared for the alarm this morning. It caught me in the middle of a dream and I couldn’t understand why I was hearing music. When I turned it off, I still had no idea why this little machine was making noise, or what 5:50 meant. As usual, it meant that I had to get up and pick up my boyfriend from work, which I figured out after a few minutes of feeling completely out of place. Sleep continues to be fascinating and strange, and I hope to pick this blog up where I left off. Sorry to keep you waiting so long!