Friday, December 29, 2006

Mild collapse.

I've been running on piss-poor combination of 4.5 hours of sleep, Excedrin, and Robitussin CF for the last three days. I'm exhausted.

We completed the move from my place on 11th Street the new offices on 41st and Madison. Bye-bye East Village!

I don't understand one of my employees, sometimes. I like her a lot, and she's incredibly nice and honest and works really hard... but she also can be really needy.


Like, we had discussed her coming by on the Sunday before Christmas, because she was going to be in the nearby towns looking at houses... and she did call that day, but it didn't work out. But then she called me on Christmas Day to see if we were busy... even though she knew we were having a family over.

Like, today, knowing I'm dog-tired and completely fighting with a URI, she asked me if I would drive her home to 96th street so I could come meet her cats. She didn't actually want a ride (she declined). She only wanted one if I was going to go see her cats. And when I said that I didn't want to park my van with my stuff from the move in it, she said: "You don't have to come in."

Was she going to bring her cats OUT?

I know this sounds like nothing, but it's kind of cumulative. I can't explain it better right now, in my sickity-sick state.


Anyway: I feel calm enough to get sick now. My chest hurts, and I'm lying in bed, writing this, about to watch Dead Man's Chest.

Love to all. Even you, the toothless pedestrian crossing 14th street on a major, time-consuming slant.

4 comments:

B said...

Sucks to be sick. Feel better soon and congrats on the company stuff. Maybe with the new and more employees, the more, uh, needy ones will have more friends?

All the best in 2007

Anonymous said...

Maybe the invite to come in to see the cats was more than just to see the cats?? :P

Ginamonster said...

I'm with Cristelle. that is really kinda weird.

Rich | Championable said...

Don't get me wrong: she's a supernice person and I feel really lucky to have her as an employee. I just feel like, sometimes, she needs something from me, from an emotional/support persepctive, that she should be getting from her husband.

I dunno. Was that too harsh?