Monday, Monday

I wanted so badly to call off sick this morning. Just wasn't feeling well -- and, on a rainy Monday, nonetheless! I'd rather be watching TV in my warm house than out in the frigid studio as part of a terribly boring Monday morning staff meeting. And, Big Fat Idiot has so much to say (reference earlier entry). We are all forced to speak at Monday morning meetings, but most of us use as little words as possible. Not Big Fat Idiot -- he goes on and on and on and on . . . about how great he is and how great the company is and how much he does for the company and how much money he's going to bring the company, blah, blah, freaking blah. Meanwhile, I have forgotten my folder and my dayplanner. I might as well have forgotten my clothes -- as essential as these items are for me.

My dayplanner is my "blankee." I feel absolutely lost without it. I like to make plans and write them in clear, legible ink. Sometimes, I use little colored post-its (sob) and, occassionally, waste 3 or more minutes whiting out something that has been rescheduled or that looks too sloppy to be on my precious little dayplanner's neat and tidy pages. I am also missing my "To Do" list. Now, I'll need to remember to write out a new "To Do" list, but how will I remember to do it?

I am wondering what I should say about my projects -- if I could only remember what they are. It is Monday, after all -- everything that happened last week has fallen out of my brain and onto the cold table where my dayplanner usually rests. And, OMG, Big Fat Idiot is STILL talking! I'd throw my dayplanner at him, but, oh yeh, I left it at home. Wahhhhhhhhh.