Backdated: Murphy strikes
I knew something would go wrong. The person I was supposed to meet was the last days absent. So he read my email with the confirmation of the date and time of our meeting I sent Tuesday only this morning. He sent me an answer to reschedule the meeting but of course, at the time I was already on my way to him. He had no really time for me but we agreed on another meeting and then hasted through our agenda. Even if we have still to clarify some details the next time most points on my list are already covered.
So I drove back to our office and spent the afternoon to document our meeting and adjust the project plan, and realized then how much we had done in a single hour.
Misery
I am somewhere between snarling at everyone and everything and crying misery. This was a really successful day. I did well. But I am tired to the bone, and when I came home this idiot of a new neighbor had turned up the volume of his music that I could not only hear it loud and clear but also I could feel my table vibrating.
The pressure is getting to me, especially because I'm not sleeping well anymore. I have neglected this journal. Project details occupy my mind even after work and I can't turn these thoughts off. The last thing is the worst, I believe. I'm lacking a counterweight. Usually journaling and reading are enough but I'm so weary in the evening I have hardly energy for that. Too tired even to feel hungry. I will try to use the weekend for recovering. I hope it does work. If not the last week before my vacation will bring me down.