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Post from a hotel room in Diamondhead, MS
Aug. 16th, 2005 10:36 pmIt took us just over 6 hours to get from H'ville to the hotel today. The trip wasn't bad. It was either fast (plenty of 85ish MPH) or sluggish (lots of semi traffic on I-20/59 between B'ham and T-town, several slow cars in No Passing zones when on the back roads).
The big deal for the next few days is that the proposal that was due at 3pm on Monday was postponed until Thursday (this was posted at 2:30pm...the contract specialist told us about the delay at noon, but we didn't trust her until we actually saw it posted on fedbizopps). Anyway, the contract specialist answered our questions today (that we sent last Wed) and notified us that she preferred receiving a hard copy of our materials. That means that we have to split our time between Stennis's Industry Day and finalizing the proposal so we can email it to an employee up in H'ville for him to FedEx before their 6pm Next Day delivery deadline. Joy.
I'm not a morning person in the least (yeah, the irony of formerly working on a morning show is thick) so I'm not looking forward to sitting in the Waffle House next to I-10 at 6:30am trying to make our final edits to the proposal. The proposal seems 99% done to me, but my boss is one of those folks that will never finish editing. You must have a firm deadline and rip documents away from her because she will otherwise never be satisfied.
Okay, I guess I must also post about the other big event/crisis/incident of the day. Last night I decided to stay up late to finish my edits for the proposal so I supposedly wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. I got off the computer around 12:30am, but didn't fall asleep until 1:30am. At 6am, JD comes into the bedroom with Nigel. She tells me that she would like to take advantage of my last morning free this week. I was being asked to wake up to take care of Nigel so she could get a couple of more hours sleep. Unless she's sick or had a horrific night, I've only really done the early shift with him when asked to do so the night before. So my response to her was that I would had I have been warned but had instead stayed up until 1:30am and couldn't/wouldn't. In my mind, I was justified (also when you add in the day of driving ahead of me). As one might expect, this lack of effort on childcare on my part pissed her off. When I left she said that she felt bad about us parting with her pissed off at me. I pleaded my case again. Her reply: She has been working on stuff for school many nights in the past couple of weeks until 1am and still got up early with Nigel. Not only did I not recognize this fact but I flatly refused to do it when requested this morning.
I stand by my original assertion, but do feel guilty for not noticing her hours lately and then being compassionate enough this morning to do SOMETHING to help (asking for 30 minutes more sleep, getting up immediately, or acknowledging how much work she does raising our kids).
Ugh, sometimes I really hate that I'm emotionally ruled by guilt.
The big deal for the next few days is that the proposal that was due at 3pm on Monday was postponed until Thursday (this was posted at 2:30pm...the contract specialist told us about the delay at noon, but we didn't trust her until we actually saw it posted on fedbizopps). Anyway, the contract specialist answered our questions today (that we sent last Wed) and notified us that she preferred receiving a hard copy of our materials. That means that we have to split our time between Stennis's Industry Day and finalizing the proposal so we can email it to an employee up in H'ville for him to FedEx before their 6pm Next Day delivery deadline. Joy.
I'm not a morning person in the least (yeah, the irony of formerly working on a morning show is thick) so I'm not looking forward to sitting in the Waffle House next to I-10 at 6:30am trying to make our final edits to the proposal. The proposal seems 99% done to me, but my boss is one of those folks that will never finish editing. You must have a firm deadline and rip documents away from her because she will otherwise never be satisfied.
Okay, I guess I must also post about the other big event/crisis/incident of the day. Last night I decided to stay up late to finish my edits for the proposal so I supposedly wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. I got off the computer around 12:30am, but didn't fall asleep until 1:30am. At 6am, JD comes into the bedroom with Nigel. She tells me that she would like to take advantage of my last morning free this week. I was being asked to wake up to take care of Nigel so she could get a couple of more hours sleep. Unless she's sick or had a horrific night, I've only really done the early shift with him when asked to do so the night before. So my response to her was that I would had I have been warned but had instead stayed up until 1:30am and couldn't/wouldn't. In my mind, I was justified (also when you add in the day of driving ahead of me). As one might expect, this lack of effort on childcare on my part pissed her off. When I left she said that she felt bad about us parting with her pissed off at me. I pleaded my case again. Her reply: She has been working on stuff for school many nights in the past couple of weeks until 1am and still got up early with Nigel. Not only did I not recognize this fact but I flatly refused to do it when requested this morning.
I stand by my original assertion, but do feel guilty for not noticing her hours lately and then being compassionate enough this morning to do SOMETHING to help (asking for 30 minutes more sleep, getting up immediately, or acknowledging how much work she does raising our kids).
Ugh, sometimes I really hate that I'm emotionally ruled by guilt.
