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I couldn't even tell you how backed up I am on my work load this week. It's . . . a lot. I have both tasks I am working on today that had to get skipped last week, one of which is much more time consuming than usual because it's the first one of the month, and I wasn't able to get them finished yesterday and they are sucking up all of my time today, while I still have lots of other things backlogged behind them. As I told Tracy yesterday, though, I learned this important lesson from the backlogs created by the wildly wonky workloads from the beginning of the pandemic, which resulted in an unreal backlog of emails clear into 2021: I just decide what's most important to work on right now, and I work on that without worrying about everything else, until that task is done and I go to the next thing on the priority list. This does result in some kind of important stuff getting buried and sometimes forgotten, but, I still can't do everything all at the same time.
I guess I can confess that I did step away from the work load for a while late yesterday afternoon, once Tracy finally came to work with the artificial Christmas Tree she had long promised to bring in for us to share between our desks after Thanksgiving. It's very . . . pink. Scott came into the office this morning (he worked from home yesterday; the whole office was mostly empty yesterday) and noted that my Christmas Tree is also pink, but that's an optical illusion: my tree at home is
white; it just looks pink when I put multicolored Christmas lights on it. Tracy's tree, on the other hand, is legitimately
pink—pre-lit with pink Christmas lights.
When Noah came in this morning and saw the tree, he said sarcastically, "That's no gaudy at all." Hey. Deal with it! It's Christmastime and we're going to be fucking jolly!
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My evening last night was completely swallowed up by Tracy and me driving direct from work to the Regal Cinema, which was the only one with a workable showtime at 5:15, to see
House of Gucci, which was . . . all right. I think we both agreed on that point, although we did seem to have different reasons for it.
We did both feel it was way too long. Several trailers as always, but the film itself is two hours and 38 minutes. I'd argue that's at minimum 45 minutes too long, for what this movie is anyway. The movie let out at 8:15. Tracy gave me a ride home, and I then had to make dinner: Shobhit had a swing shift at work (which he's doing more of now that he's told Total Wine he can work more hours; he even picked up an extra shift on Wednesday) so it was up to me. I made the last of the three pizzas I got a couple weekends ago at PCC during a "30% off three frozen pizzas" weekend deal; I also finally used half of one of the two veggie pepperoni samples I've had for a while, this one encased in a tube like sausage, so I had to slice it. It actually tasted pretty good, I thought. Also the size was kind of borderline when it came to feeding two people: half was too much for one meal (for me, anyway) but not enough to make two meals; I cut it so Shobhit just got a bit more than half and I cut myself two slices out of the rest.
It was close to 9:30 by the time I was finally writing the movie review. It was posted at a quarter after ten. I then had to go to bed; I barely found the time before coming to work this morning, to upload the photos I had taken after putting up the tree at home on Sunday—from which the top and middle photos in this very post were taken.
You can guess when the photo below was taken.
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[posted 12:24 pm]
