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Brain-fried...
More like braised. Brain-braised. As in, cooked slowly in liquid. Yesterday was not terrifically hot but it was humid and there was little breeze to speak of in our little, low-lying corner of faire site. I went in just my shirt, leaving off the usual doublet. Felt odd but the decision probably saved me some real trouble.
As it was, the heat got to me anyway: I was unable to fall asleep last night, couldn't nap today, and I've spent today in an unproductive fog. It was only through the deepest effort of concentration that I was able to accomplish a task as simple as filling the chickens' water and food containers. Got about midway through a couple pairs of tights and didn't have to make myself stop at ten o'clock. I just sort of pootered out.
I tried to do some programming today, working on the Seamlyne website shopping cart. What a joke THAT was. I got it to a point where it's more or less stable, then tried unsuccessfully to nap. My body still feels like I'm out in the heat. I'm hoping a shower will put quit to that finally, so I can sleep.
I don't mean to say that everything's bad. I'm to the point now where I don't stress about stuff too much if stuff can't be helped. Can't concentrate to do something? Don't do it. See? Easy. There's nothing hanging immediate fire anyway. I have deadlines to meet that I certainly don't want to let languish, but if I keep up it'll all be fine.
Tomorrow, after a good night's sleep.
To told a potential customer to "fuck off" last night. Not in so many words, but that was the gist of it. I could tell he was going to be high maintenance if he became a customer, argumentative and not willing to help his cause in any way. I'm the business owner so I owed him everything he wanted at the merest snap of his fingers. Yeah, no, not so much. Sorry, cupcake, can't help you. It's liberating to be able to do that. I wouldn't have had the cajones a few years ago, but I've got a large enough customer base that pissing off one whiney, self-absorbed little bitch isn't going to even make a dent.
As it was, the heat got to me anyway: I was unable to fall asleep last night, couldn't nap today, and I've spent today in an unproductive fog. It was only through the deepest effort of concentration that I was able to accomplish a task as simple as filling the chickens' water and food containers. Got about midway through a couple pairs of tights and didn't have to make myself stop at ten o'clock. I just sort of pootered out.
I tried to do some programming today, working on the Seamlyne website shopping cart. What a joke THAT was. I got it to a point where it's more or less stable, then tried unsuccessfully to nap. My body still feels like I'm out in the heat. I'm hoping a shower will put quit to that finally, so I can sleep.
I don't mean to say that everything's bad. I'm to the point now where I don't stress about stuff too much if stuff can't be helped. Can't concentrate to do something? Don't do it. See? Easy. There's nothing hanging immediate fire anyway. I have deadlines to meet that I certainly don't want to let languish, but if I keep up it'll all be fine.
Tomorrow, after a good night's sleep.
To told a potential customer to "fuck off" last night. Not in so many words, but that was the gist of it. I could tell he was going to be high maintenance if he became a customer, argumentative and not willing to help his cause in any way. I'm the business owner so I owed him everything he wanted at the merest snap of his fingers. Yeah, no, not so much. Sorry, cupcake, can't help you. It's liberating to be able to do that. I wouldn't have had the cajones a few years ago, but I've got a large enough customer base that pissing off one whiney, self-absorbed little bitch isn't going to even make a dent.