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Jan. 22nd, 2024 01:40 pmHorrid mood Sunday, not sure why. Could've been that it's the end of our long WTH period, as the new office is ready. Could've been that I was excited about cancelled plans to thrift and see Poor Things with Margo and Snek.
I was excited to see my team today, though. I missed them. I helped put together swag bags for our welcome-to-the-new office event. There were so many names on the list I didn't even recognize, much less those whose faces I could place.
The new office is nicer. We're on the second floor of a three-store building covered in reflective, blue glass. It's only exit past the old office so .
They're taking away one of our WFH days. They were so pro-WFH at first, or at least supportive, but now they really can't stand the idea of us working from home. My CMO who was the first to tell me all about how much more productive she is at home, tells me our team has been less productive. We're not less productive, we've just had managers between us and her, so less of us all dropping everything to work on whatever new thing popped into her head that she's decided we need yesterday.
My feet were concerningly dry the other day, to the point that I thought I might have athlete's foot. They're not itchy, though. I bought foot cream, a pumice stone, and a foot scrubber. While I'm at it, I'm going to try to get rid of what I think is a corn. Ever since I got back from New Orleans, pain in the arches of my feet has been randomly flaring up. I thought it was only because of all the walking we did, but that was three months ago. Also there's a weird misshapen red spot on the arch of my left foot. It seems to be burst blood vessels under the skin but of course I'm thinking "cancer???" so I'm keeping a close eye on it.
I've been listening to true crime podcasts as I go to sleep. One night I dreamed I was part of a play and as I was reading my lines onstage from a book, because I hadn't memorized them (this is always the way it is in my recurring stageplay dreams), my Lead Gen Manager was in the audience having a conversation with someone else onstage. They were talking over me so loudly that I stopped and I and the audience both just awkwardly listened to them. I don't usually remember the things I listen to in my sleep influencing my dreams, but this must've been an insertion the two podcast hosts I was listening to.
I was excited to see my team today, though. I missed them. I helped put together swag bags for our welcome-to-the-new office event. There were so many names on the list I didn't even recognize, much less those whose faces I could place.
The new office is nicer. We're on the second floor of a three-store building covered in reflective, blue glass. It's only exit past the old office so .
They're taking away one of our WFH days. They were so pro-WFH at first, or at least supportive, but now they really can't stand the idea of us working from home. My CMO who was the first to tell me all about how much more productive she is at home, tells me our team has been less productive. We're not less productive, we've just had managers between us and her, so less of us all dropping everything to work on whatever new thing popped into her head that she's decided we need yesterday.
My feet were concerningly dry the other day, to the point that I thought I might have athlete's foot. They're not itchy, though. I bought foot cream, a pumice stone, and a foot scrubber. While I'm at it, I'm going to try to get rid of what I think is a corn. Ever since I got back from New Orleans, pain in the arches of my feet has been randomly flaring up. I thought it was only because of all the walking we did, but that was three months ago. Also there's a weird misshapen red spot on the arch of my left foot. It seems to be burst blood vessels under the skin but of course I'm thinking "cancer???" so I'm keeping a close eye on it.
I've been listening to true crime podcasts as I go to sleep. One night I dreamed I was part of a play and as I was reading my lines onstage from a book, because I hadn't memorized them (this is always the way it is in my recurring stageplay dreams), my Lead Gen Manager was in the audience having a conversation with someone else onstage. They were talking over me so loudly that I stopped and I and the audience both just awkwardly listened to them. I don't usually remember the things I listen to in my sleep influencing my dreams, but this must've been an insertion the two podcast hosts I was listening to.