Get Yourself in Gear, Keep your Stride

....brighter days will soon be here/take it from me/someday we'll all be free...



And with these words, Donny soothes me. Not Osmond, kiddies, Hathaway. When I'm low and feeling confused, his voice calls me out of the darkness and I am found again.



I decided not to go into work this afternoon because I spend all of my time there anyway. I might go tomorrow, or maybe I'll just say fuck it until Monday. I conquered that stack of contracts yesterday and it felt really good. I might take in a yoga class tomorrow for extra relaxation.



Well, the holidays are just 3 weeks away and it looks like I'm going to be stuck in that damn office the Friday after Thanksgiving, which is typical. My other coworker is being shoved out the door, but we work for Geminis, so I wouldn't expect anything less. All you have to do is show them what kind of pattern you fall into and they put you in a corner. The lack of workflow given the current situation is driving me nuts, though. I certainly hope I get some backup soon or I will collapse. Jury duty didn't do anything for me except give me stress, but this office situation certainly has shown me to be on my toes and trust my instincts.



In other news, I've managed to find a pair of black suede boots with a tiny heel that were not only affordable, but very "1988". My L'Amour days came rolling over me as I saw them. I tried them on, and POOF! A purchase was made.



I think it's time to come out of this depressive bullshit cocoon I've been in and start taking what's mine. RD calls me "manic", and that's simply insecurity rearing its ugly head. I'm witnessing what happens to insecure people at my job, so I think it's time for warrior mode. Things can only get better.



Or at least less chaotic. Time to summon the Druids and crack some skulls.