Got up on the wrong side of 6:30 am, thanks to old kitty wanting breakfast early and new kitty trying to claw her way under the spare bedroom door.
Groggy most of the morning. Crabby in afternoon during/after grocery shopping. Newspaper vending machine took my quarters but wouldn't open to give me a paper.
Saw during an afternoon surf that the newspaper has a copy editing/page design opening. I'm happy about doing the online column, but it feels a little icky to see they have an opening for the kind of job I originally approached them about.
And this evening--when I had accomplished a mere fraction of what I needed to get done today--the RS pres emails to ask if the RS newsletter will be done by tomorrow. (Not bloody likely). And she wants everyone in the RS presidency to be a visiting teaching district supervisor.
I emailed her back privately to say I'm already feeling overwhelmed with my two part-time gigs, looking for FT work and taking a class at the university, plus the secretary duties and the newsletter. I just can't see how I could be a district supervisor, too.
I already have to process VT stats as secretary. Get someone else to collect the data or get someone else to do the newsletter. This plate is already full!
What I wouldn't give to be on a west-facing beach right now...
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Ah, your RSP is clearly meant to be my new Best Friend Forever. She has GOT to be kidding with all her demands.
I'm guessing she and I wouldn't get along very well.
Ya think?
I think!
She has backed off, but not without a whole lot of boundary drawing on my part.
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