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Holy beGoogle, it is done

andrea — Mon, 09 Oct 2006 03:04:03 +0000

I have just turned in my presentation. I still have to get my talking notes together, but that's nothing that has to be officially turned in. Wow, it is such a friggin relief that this is turned in. I want to melt into a puddle now. I might just have to do that.

I'm gonna post another couple times, about different topics. I feel each topic deserves it's own entry and don't want them intermingling. Cope with it, it's the OCD in me.

pools of sorrow, waves of joy

andrea — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 06:13:58 +0000

I've managed to calm down. It amazes even me. Sometime Friday evening, I managed to hit some sort of a stride with doing my presentation. I finally realized how I wanted to organize it, and once I was sure about that, it was just a matter of setting out to get it done. It was due on Thursday, and I'm still not done. But I'm confident I will have it finished for submission tomorrow - Sunday. It's such a relief to have stopped freaking out. However, give me a day or two after turning it in, and I'll probably start freaking out about the actual having to present it.

Shoot Me Now

andrea — Tue, 03 Oct 2006 21:46:01 +0000

I'm in the middle of trying to get a presentation for work together. I knew that I would have a hard time with it. If I had to have ONE fear, that would be the one. However, I have been quite surprised at my reaction to just getting the docs together. I've been fighting panic like crazy, and having a rough time with the stomach all around. I prefer to work at home during this ordeal, but it's not always an option. If I'm at work, I just tend to not work on it at all to avoid the episodes altogether.

So, last night I made sure I got plenty of sleep. Woke up, grabbed all my food, cuz I had actually prepared everything the night before, and went to leave. I didnt make it to the end of my driveway. The first thing I did was bring the garage door down on top of my Pathfinder as I was backing out. That bent the garage door, and took it off it's tracks. I cleared the door, then went inside to tell Mike what had happened. He said not to worry, he and his work buddy would get it situated. Go on to work, no worries. Sure, ok, right. Then I preceded to back out a bit further from my driveway and turn (it's an L-shape), and then managed to hit my husband's new-to-him Sierra 1500 truck. Nothing major, I don't even think you can see anything on either car. There might be an additional scratch on the corner of my bumper but I doubt it. After I did this, I slammed on the brakes, ran inside crying like a very big ninny. Mike thought I had hit the lady with her baby in a stroller that he saw going by. So, he was much relieved when I told him I just hit his truck. He then instructed me to not even think about driving. I am a menace to society, no doubt. I wrote into work, told them what happened, then proceeded to pass out for 2 hours.

To say that I am a wreck, is an extreme understatement. I just hate feeling so uncontrollably weak like this. Intellectually I know I'm being a complete pyscho, but it doesn't change my emotional responses.

Oh, and today is the 1 year anniversary of my house fire. So, I should have known that it had to be an eventful day.