New York State of Mind

I really should not be allowed to interact with people when I am this run down. Yesterday I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off at 5:30 am. I pretty much didn't stop going until I got back home at 1 am. We threw an event in New York last night and decided since our entire department was going to be up there we should have our committee meeting that morning. So my boss hopped on a plane Sunday evening and stayed overnight while the rest of us caught a shuttle flight at 8 am which meant I had to leave my house by 6:15 am. We got to New York about 1/2 an hour before the meeting started and after conferring with a coworker decided it would be best if two of us ran some errands while the meeting was going on so that things would go smoother for the evening. Luckily our errands were pretty much shopping so among other things, we had to go to Tiffany's. We spent a couple hours shopping, grabbed a slice for lunch, saw the tree at Rockefeller Center, waved to Katie Couric and made it back in time to head over to the venue to set up for our evening event.

We had about four hours to set up and we used every single minute available. Then 2 and 1/2 hours of the event, being charming, smiling prettily, standing in heels that I'd been wearing all day. The event was an outstanding success, great media attendance, member companies were happy, etc. We whisked off to the airport a bit after 9 to catch our 10:40 flight and landed back in DC just after midnight in the snow. I crawled into bed at 1 am only to awaken a short time later to my alarm.

I am exhausted and want nothing more than to crawl into my bed and sleep until tomorrow. My boss is coming into the office sometime after 3 (Why God? Why?) so I know it's going to be a hectic three or so hours until he has to leave for an event tonight. I am not looking forward to working with a well-rested individual who even at my best and most well-rested grates my nerves at times. So when I asked Paul if he had plans for this weekend and we got into the whole "you ask this every week why don't you just say hey I want to do this how does that sound" bit I got irritated with him and snapped a bit because really all I wanted to know was if he had to work either day.

I feel bad that I took out my frustration and tiredness out on him. He doesn't deserve my crankiness. I was just telling Jim last night how great Paul has been these last couple weeks since he got back from Thanksgiving in NC. It's not that he wasn't nice to me or didn't treat me well before, but something just seems different and it's been really, really great. So now I have to suck it up and apologize for being Crabby McCrabbs-a-lot. Dammit.