Tomorrow is my budget presentation to our parent company management. I've spent the last month laboring over numbers, revising figures, working over rationales, the works. I know this is a key aspect of my job but I'm so ready to wrap this process. I've neglected a great number of things (and undoubtedly, so have several of my colleagues) and I habituate a great number of personal dog houses right now.
On my commute home tonight, I started to compile a list of things I need to apologize for and for which I need to make amends:
-I missed a plethora of birthday acknowledgements: MaryCatherineFullofGrace, Brooklyn Sue, my sister in law, my aunt, Basia and Mamela. Oy.
-I've neglected friends in need: Hollaback and Christo and Todor. Oy.
-I've failed to call Marv on our regular weekend call. He hasn't called me. I am bereft at not hearing his voice.Oy.
-I need to send a baby gift to a colleague who recently adopted a baby. I need to complete a reference application for a friend who wants to adopt a baby. I need to support a friend who is undergoing invitro in order to have a baby. Oy.
-I promised Joe in DC that I would give him some feedback on his CV. He sent it to me ages ago and it still sits in my in-box. I'm sorry, Joe. Oy.
-I should check on the Glamazon who is concerned about her oral issues with her bleeding, swollen gums. Ew..I mean, Oy.
-I worry about my Texas friend Caryl, having to desert her home outside Houston in light of Hurricane Ike. I hope that she and her family are safe and recovering. Oy.
-I am concerned about my boss Norma who is trying to juggle her mother's impending decline, vast personal demands and her huge responsibility running our business. She's pretty resilient but I see the stress wearing her down and I want to comfort her, somehow. She's a tough broad (and that's said with admiration) but even tough broads deserve a breather. Oy.
-We haven't seen Boychick and S-S-S-S-Sylvia in ages and I miss them. I owe them a shout out. Double Oy.
-I've been terrible in corresponding with my UK pal Wardy. I miss him a great deal and if you're reading this, my friend, we'll catch up on the Ryder Cup outcome next week. I promise. Oy.
-My Facebook profile is 23% complete. And I've barely responded to any of my friends' comments. It's embarrassing. Oy.
-Fang is barely speaking to me. I've neglected him the most. Oy.
I don't worry that I've neglected the laundry, the housework, the remodel-in-progress on the bathrooms or anything else. It'll get done. I worry that I neglect people. At the end of the day, it's a lonely feeling knowing you've not responded to people you care about. It's a question of prioritizing what you need to address first. Our instinct is to make our job objectives a priority but we need to remember not to let the personal aspect fall by the wayside.
I hope to start mending fences on Thursday.
8 comments:
Forgiveness is yours, for a price...brunch and a shopping outing, and then the slate will be clean. :-)
I'm flattered you included me in this post! Our electricity was restored but the Internet has been spotty-I haven't posted anything new on my own blog in a while because of it.
We're fine. Our house is fine. We're some of the lucky ones. I'll be writing about it in a day or two.
You expect too much of yourself! We all know you have the best of intentions and that you think of us. Thanks for that.
Relax.
You are a busy busy woman, and a great person, who has to take care of a lot things and people. You seem like one of those rare finds when it comes to friends. Grace yourself on that, and smile through each day. Your friends and family are only waiting for you, not on you.
So like Caryl said... relax. :)
If you can make eyes like that kitten I don't think you have to worry about people forgiving you. Heck, I don't think you need to worry about it anyway - we all get wrapped up in things from time to time, and so long as we make amends when it's over, most people worth being friends with are forgiving.
Ditto what everybody else said.
You have FACEBOOK???? Where's my friend request?
Is it worth it?
Get on the stick goddammit! ;-)
Seriously, don't sweat it!
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