Regarding last week.... well... Humf! I don't remember much of it at all. I guess I would rate it as a Category 5 Hurricane.
Why? (you ask)
Are you sure, you really care to know? (I respond)
Yea, why not? (you reply, thinking its a juicy story)
Ok...(I say, knowing your not interested but for only some non-existent juicy story)
Business-wise last week kept me on my toes. I think I worked every night except Wednesday. Working nights is very unusual for me...however I think my drive to succeed, desire to keep my job, willingness to mentor, and my general compassion for others... lead me to push myself to levels I've not worked since I was a new hire (5 years ago).
I have so many new and fabulous upcoming Leaders that are depending on me to teach, mentor and give them an example to follow.... that its overwhelming at times. While I recognize the compliment and accept the challenge, that does not take any of the stress away at times.
Each lady has a chance to pocket $2000 in the next 2 months and I recognize how important earning that money will be for them: Motivationally, Inspirationally, and all the other positive 'ly descriptives you can think up.
My calender was booked to the hilt.. at times overbooked. The bookings where all over the board.. in both of my states, using both time zones and I think my mind was as scatterbrained as the bookings where. I can't remember how many bookings I had nor can I remember how many classes I taught. I guess I could pull out my planner and count them, but the number may scare me..lol.
I ran out of supplies to work with early on, in the week. I absolutely had NOTHING to use. Poor planning or was it an unusual blurp of business? - Both! I begged, borrowed and purchased supplies from some of my Seniority Leaders. (thank god for good partnerships!)
My phone mailbox filled up 2-3 times a day, because when I'm with someone I do not answer any calls except those from my son. I'm still catching up on missed calls. Oh and let me add that some bratty women like calling me 20 times in a row and leaving a message each time, now this angers me and their call is put off until the last one. Uggggggg.
On Tuesday my ex-boyfriend (James) called and said the movers would arrive on Thursday with all my things that had not been brought thus far. This was a panic attack all on its own. I was unprepared. I had not secured a storage unit. I went on about my day, having not a single moment to work on finding a place to store my belongings. I went to my 6pm class then at 8:30 I was supposed to play tennis and walk the park with a friend. I couldn't reach him, which angered me (I needed the physical stress relief from exercise).
Wednesday I had to take off and go to Oneonta to inspect the packing and pick up some odd, breakables and such. I also had to get some specific Marketing Signage for a Leader to use at an upcoming presentation. I was supposed to pick up a friend to go with me, however he 'overslept' and wasn't answering my calls at 930am. This really ticked me off, cause it was same friend as night before! Upon my return was the Tornado and Flash Flood Warnings. I had to cancel a 90 Day Business Review because I was so behind schedule. I'm thankful she was and still is understanding. When I finally made it home at 7pm, it was dark and poring down rain, so much so that I could not unpack my car. I had to borrow my Mom's truck to go and pick-up my son and his study partner from the Columbus Library at 9pm. I had to drive 15 mph at times. Finally we returned at 9:45. (oops I had forgotten my medicine that morning, rushing to Oneonta)
I then had to gather up dinner, deal with the dogs, and other assorted household chores. I wanted to work on my 2009 end of quarter business plan to take to the 2008 Annual Review that was scheduled for 9am the next morning. However I had a friend call and side-rail me (I welcomed it) until way into the morning - chatting on the phone.
Thursday morning at 6:30 I awoke, feeling dead to the world. I got up and started scooting my feet around the hardwood floors. 7am rolled around and my son was freaking out because the bus had not ran yet. UGGGGGGG.. now I had to Get Ready, Plan my end of Quarter Business for my boss, Deal with the dogs, Unload my car, check emails, take my medicine, and NOW I had to take my son to school - all before 8:30am. And if you know me at all (even just a little) you know I am NOT a morning person!
Now on top of this obvious stress from the morning... add the fact that my 2008 year sucked! It sucked 50% because of the economy and 50% because of my personal life being my focus. I knew what was to come and I dreaded it - every moment of my days for the previous week and up to the moment I saw him come across the room that morning. Once he (my boss) was within sight I saw a twinkle in his eye (and he later told me he saw the same in my eye) we hugged and eagerly walked to the Starbucks. Cafe Mocha in hand I joined him at the tall wooden bistro table in the historical downtown Marriott lobby. At once I was put to ease by his demeanor, his warm smile and the honest look in his eyes. I walked away from my failing (yes FAILING all caps) review feeling better than I had in 2 years! He had managed to overcome all disappointment in me (that I felt he should have felt) and spoke to me in caring, loving, mentoring terms. He boosted me up and made me remember the old (REAL) Cyndi and how much I admired working for the wonderful man and company. (I had not remembered to take my medicine Thursday)
Thursday afternoon I finally secured 2 Storage Units, while the movers where in route from Oneonta. I also contacted Logan to be at the Units in my place and oversee the unload. Then I was on my way to do several trainings in Auburn. After Auburn Logan and I chatted-they were all still at the Units unloading so I dropped by to say hello and thank you to everyone involved. Shocker to find that that movers where actually the husbands of my ex-boyfriends Office Staff. I was relieved, cause they are such nice and trustworthy men. They knew my background story and felt compassion for me. That validated my feelings about the whole ordeal (I secretly smiled). After leaving I called an old friend, we meet up for a couple drinks and unwound until 1:30am. On my way home another friend called from New York, needing to chat... so I sat in my car outside my home until 3:45 chatting on the phone.
Friday morning at 7:30am I awoke to my Bailey Boy not feeling well. I checked him out and could not seem to find the problem. He was shaking all over, felt hot, was panting and had pp'd in the house (which is HIGHLY unusual). At once I got ready to take him to the Vets office. I had to cancel my rescheduled 90 Day Business Review (again) while waiting on him at the Vets office. At 12 I had to leave drive all the way to LaGrange for a unavoidable Personal matter. I arrived back at the vet at 5:15 to pick up Bailey Boy. He had a Urinary Track Infection and I had a $250 vet bill. UGGGGGGGG.
I then drove us over to Columbus to drop off some supplies with a Leader. After leaving, I went home to drop everyone off before I went to Notasulga, Lochapoka and Auburn for some additional drop offs. I made a HORRIBLE mistake of sitting down. I fell asleep. My shoes, jeans, hoodie jacket and all! My sleep was so deep I felt like I had lost control of my body, I felt drugged and intoxicated. My son said I yelled, screamed and talked in my sleep. I had about 3 very odd dreams, all of which I remember in detail. All where violent and brutal. I woke at different times, not knowing where I was and if they had been dreams or life. I vaguely remember answering text messages during my 'sleep' period. I also awoke at times, wet with sweat. I never got up. I begged my son to bring my medicine and Advil. He was entirely too lazy to look for my medicine, however I did manage to get some Advil from him. (3rd day without medicine, I'm sure I was in heavy withdrawals)
24 hours later I woke up only to feel like a Semi-Truck had ran over me. More Advil and some Wild Mushroom Risotto I ventured out to the car and found my medicine. Down the hatch and back to bed for me, after reading numerous text messages from friends and one text where I had missed an appointment Saturday for work and a voicemail from my personal trainer saying I had missed my session.... at that point in my day I didn't care.. I felt that bad!
Four hours later I woke up feeling semi-human. I downed some more medicine to fill up my reserves (this type its needed to have in reserves, this was not an overdose). I drank a Super Secret Red Crack Energy Drink and got all jittery... I should not have drank that drink! I worked on packing up some junk and removing garbage and semi-cleaning the kitchen and scrubbed the Water Closet. Watched TV with my son and back to bed for me! (turning invites from friends down, only to sleep)
Sunday morning I awoke feeling so much better! I was scheduled to go back to Oneonta, however I really felt I needed to stay home and recover one more day from whatever that funk was I had caught. I put the new Refridge in place, Packed up all remaining stuff, arranged the boxes, rolled up a rug to take to the carpet cleaners, showered, swept the hardwood floors and did a little laundry. I also watched a NCIS marathon with my son.
So now that you've read (maybe) all this garbage.... the title of my piece does not seem to fit does it?
Well it does because I'm internally analyzing my dreams and reasoning for my 24hr black out spell.
I'm saddened to know that one of my black out texts I sent - angered or disappointed a long time friend in Nashville. I think my message was misunderstood. I've been trying desperately to undo what I did in my intoxicated sleep status.
Ok.. see I promised its not as juicy as you thought it would be... after I analyze my dreams a little more I'll post my thoughts!
Chow Darlings,
Miss Diagnosed
