I'm not really sure where Monday went. I believe it was busy and uneventful.
Today was major dental work. I have a FSA that is available until the 22nd. I also needed a lot of dental work done. Yep, all in one sitting. After my 7 am appointment I went to bed. I woke for some lunch and then slept until 4:30.
I did state on my work calendar that I expected to be out all day. My last dental appointment she worked on my top right and I was druggy until about 1. When I woke up this afternoon I could see that my boss had texted me around 1:30 asking if I might be in.
There's a part of me that's a little happy she was on overload. They haven't hired anyone to replace me. She's trying to get Lolitta to come back to work full time. I believe the plan would be to spread my job around and not hire anyone. But in talking to Lolitta, she does not want to come back full time.
Anyway. I was the one who was cut early. I also offered to work as a contractor on remote. But that was a no. It's not that hard to not feel sorry for the boss.
Still working my 'konmarie'. (I will show you photos soon. Having an issue with photos on my phone. ) Loving the process. It's very easy now to know when an item sparks joy. Those are the keepers. And when it doesn't it goes away. When putting an item in the 'to go' pile the author says to thank it. There's always something. Either it was very useful but it's no longer the right size or too worn. Some of them where used during the time of my accident and recovery time. And there are even items that are going away that I never used and still have the tag attached. These items taught me lessons. I have become more grateful - especially for the items that stay. I can look at them and immediately I feel happy. And thankful.
One more thought before I go. One of the other principles is when letting items go it leaves room for other items to come in. Just in the last week I have found this to be true. Two items that I really needed for my work wardrobe have been found and purchased. When I went looking for the item I found other pieces of clothes to try on. But in both instances only the one item I needed fit.
I'll tell you more later. Teeths hurt.
Bye.
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