Voices Carry

 ... this really needs to go on my tombstone. (which I won't have because I'm being cremated, although so were my parents and they have a grave marker where their ashes are...whatever, it's ultimately not my decision) Welcome to my scattered mind. My mom used to say she was "scattered" and we all knew what she meant, but boy howdy, I now FULLY GET what that means. Most of the time she was extremely organized and rational, but I haven't felt either of those things in awhile. I'm just tired ALL the time. I'm getting very concerned about my eyesight. Last night reading was practically impossible: could not get the focal length right and see the words on the page. I'm struggling again tonight with the computer screen, so I'm skipping the book. I guess I need to start listening to books, maybe even while I exercise. <gasp> I'm not in love with ANY of this! Tomorrow, I'm heading up to Sparky's. The original plan was for me to go up ...

But it was only a dream. Honestly, yes, it was, and completely irrational, but in the big picture it definitely was dealing with some of the BS from work that I (used to) get mad about. Right now, I'm probably safe from caring even about this, though. Two of the other management crew apparently decided to clear out the detritus from our collection in the middle of the night. I had closed the for the night with one of them and she didn't mention it, then I couldn't get the building locked up because we had contractors building something in the Reference area (sorta) and they left an outside door ajar and lights on. There was a (not IRL) door out of the Reading Room and that's how I left the building. None of this was anything problematic except there were only three staff there at closing which is all kinds of problematic. There was a lot of extraneous faffing about outside at this point, eventually I got home (more idiocy there), and realized I'd left something at w...