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I said a couple weeks ago that I'd have an "informal chat" about a voluntary position that actually pays money, but I didn't follow up to say that it wasn't actually that day at all, I'd misread the date (in an email I read while I was in a meeting, to be fair to me) and it was actually scheduled for today.
Something else I mention in that linked entry was that I wasn't working that next Friday morning but that I would be after that. This means that I'd been silly to say "yeah, that Friday morning works for me!" But the meeting was at 9, I start work at 10, the walk takes half an hour, surely I could expect an "informal chat" interview to be done by 9:30. This just meant I had to get up early enough to get showered and dressed, have breakfast, make lunch, give Gary breakfast and meds, and do everything else before 9 so I'd be ready to leave the house right after my meeting.
The plan went well (and the meeting went well! I was successful so now I'm officially in Transport for Greater Manchester's disability consultant group) except that I didn't have time to walk Gary. I thought I could sneak away and someone else could walk him at lunchtime, but then he looked so excited when he saw me with my coat on that I couldn't let him down. I figured I had time for one of his five-minute walks which is about all he's been interested in most of the time lately. So of course today was a meandering, slow walk that eventually I had to drag him home from and I was 20 minutes late for work.
I was a little worried about how full-on a day it'd be, one thing after the other with no break, since I had so little sleep. My usual sleep-maintenance insomnia was joined last night by the regular kind of insomnia so I was awake until somewhere around two and yet woke up at 6:30 and couldn't get back to sleep.
Work went okay but I've done nothing at all since, except put some laundry away and make fajitas for dinner.
Something else I mention in that linked entry was that I wasn't working that next Friday morning but that I would be after that. This means that I'd been silly to say "yeah, that Friday morning works for me!" But the meeting was at 9, I start work at 10, the walk takes half an hour, surely I could expect an "informal chat" interview to be done by 9:30. This just meant I had to get up early enough to get showered and dressed, have breakfast, make lunch, give Gary breakfast and meds, and do everything else before 9 so I'd be ready to leave the house right after my meeting.
The plan went well (and the meeting went well! I was successful so now I'm officially in Transport for Greater Manchester's disability consultant group) except that I didn't have time to walk Gary. I thought I could sneak away and someone else could walk him at lunchtime, but then he looked so excited when he saw me with my coat on that I couldn't let him down. I figured I had time for one of his five-minute walks which is about all he's been interested in most of the time lately. So of course today was a meandering, slow walk that eventually I had to drag him home from and I was 20 minutes late for work.
I was a little worried about how full-on a day it'd be, one thing after the other with no break, since I had so little sleep. My usual sleep-maintenance insomnia was joined last night by the regular kind of insomnia so I was awake until somewhere around two and yet woke up at 6:30 and couldn't get back to sleep.
Work went okay but I've done nothing at all since, except put some laundry away and make fajitas for dinner.