My life is basically all about work right now.
I’m five days away from our biggest fundraiser of the year. A luncheon that has over 1,200 guests (compared to last year when we had about 750) that is slated to raise $700,000 (compared to last year where we raised roughly $525,000). Needless to say, the pressure is on and my focus is there. Even when I am at home, my mind is running through my event checklist. I suppose I can thank my over-active mental state to the fact that I remembered JUST IN TIME that we didn’t include the lead sponsors on the thank you card. Three separate people reviewed the proof and none of us caught it. I scrambled and called up the printer saying, “Stop the presses!”
I’ve always wanted to say that.
Have you ever tried to manage a guest list of 1,200 people? It’s basically mind bending. If you’re into that kind of thing, I highly recommend it.
Lately, when I walk in the door of my apartment I just want to collapse. I’ve probably been at work 10 hours minimum already and worked the weekend. So no real reprieve. I want mindless TV and a glass (or 3) of wine. But of course that’s not what I’ve been getting. More like psuedo-panic attacks at the thought of the mountain of stuff I am not getting done around my home, around the building and in my personal life. When you’re already operating in overwhelm, it doesn’t take much to push you over the edge.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I had to give a tenant a three day pay or evict notice. I do not like doing this one bit. He’s decided to move out which means he’ll narrowly avoid getting thrown out for insufficient rent payment but that also means I have an apartment to rent. During my busiest week of the year. And Mr. Darcy and I are planning to escape to Portland next weekend for a much needed togetherness time in a nice hotel (thanks for the hook up Kerri!) and so he can see one of my favorite places and meet some of my favorite people. I don’t want to cancel this trip so I can sit around hoping people will want to view the unit.
Except, that’s kind of my job.
Besides that, other building things have cropped up- a door off its hinge, again with the pot smoker/dealer dude, a discovered leak under a sink, and painters who park in my driveway without notifying me which as we all know already really, really ticks me off. And insult to injury- the painter dude insulted me saying he “fixed” the vacuum and that he ran it because the floor was filthy. That guy is a liarhead. He should be glad I did not punch him in the face. I do not keep a filthy building! But like I said, it doesn’t take much to throw me over the edge right now.
Five more days.
Then it’s show time.