Meaning of Tired
I am fighting to keep my eyes open. I just want to stay awake for another hour or two, so I don't end up in bed so early that I don't sleep through the night. It's not an easy fight.
I spent the whole day on my feet. That's a real change from my usual desk-jockey mode, so my feet are KILLING me. I'm not the sort of girl who ought to be standing around in heels for eight hours. I was standing up at a client site, delivering quick, half hour training sessions to the staff and executives. We're setting them up with all new Cisco IP telephones. These are cool-ass phones. I didn't get the feeling that the employees shared my enthusiasm. Anyway, I had to stand and walk around the class, pointing out features and directing demonstrations. The balls of my feet are so sensitive and sore that walking barefoot on the carpet makes me wince. I have another day of this tomorrow, but I'm not even thinking about wearing heels. Screw that.
The moment that really tested my ability to put on my client-facing face: one of the executives asked me what a mute button does. He runs a call center. I had to bite my tongue a little to avoid giving him a "here's your sign" sort of response. I glanced over at the project sponsor briefly who gave me an embarrassed little smile. I bet that's a fun workplace.
The project sponsor is a genuinely nice guy, and I'm having a good time working with him. I enjoy training, anyway. I actually like public speaking.
Damn my feet, though. Tomorrow night, I'm supposed to go bowling with D. Woot, bowling! I hope I can still walk by the time we meet up.
My furniture was delivered yesterday by Rasputin & Doo-Dah, Incorporated. Rasputin actually made the trek across the valley to pick up the sofa and love seat by himself, and brought them back here. He's such a fucking trooper! Seeing him at my door gave me an idea. Well, it gave me a whole hell of a lot of ideas, some of which involve cake frosting. Hur, hur. Seriously, though, I was thinking that I should start a moving company staffed entirely with hot guys in business clothes. Guys in business clothes are definitely hotter than guys in slackwear. I mean, if that's your flavor.
The furniture looks great. It's full of static electricity, so the cat's avoiding it. Which is cool with me. I'm not sure when I can afford to get the little bastard de-clawed.
I might take a nice, long shower and just collapse.
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