I will not think about the fact that I have two days left at Research Administration in which I have to put together a meeting for Research's heaviest of heavy hitters (30 emails later and we're into late October / early November).
I will not think about the fact that a new Psychiatry mandatory bi monthly meeting has been added to my schedule that I have to work in. Somehow.
I will not think about the fact that the university's classified employees have a very high likelihood of striking the first week of classes ... and that going to class will be considered crossing the picket line ... and that some have suggested that going to field placement will also be crossing the picket line ... I will not think about the implications this has for graduation / financial aid / me and Shoe's ultimate plan and I will try not to think about how, at the same time, they have the absolute right to strike for their rights.
I will not think about the fact that Shoes and I are struggling (but not arguing) to get our wedding guest list down to 150. Some brutal, brutal cuts are being made. Shoes has asked me not to think about the wedding until after I am at least done with Research Administration (next Thursday) and only have one job (Psychiatry) to worry about. But we meet with the wedding venue on the 23rd, so time is tight ... but again, I'm not worrying about it this weekend.
Right now I'm choosing to be grateful. That I have a Shoes to go to. That I have a wedding of the most epic proportions to celebrate. That my problem is I have two jobs. That I'm almost done with graduate school (oh please, oh please, oh please let my grad. date stay intact ...).
Pictures of the K. Wedding to come ... this is the best, most fun group ... you never know what's going to happen when the social workers, police, prosecuting attorneys, probation officers get together ... outside of multi-disciplinary meetings ... (but some of you know all too well) ...