Fucking Mondays, on which I inevitably wake up late because I just had to stay up too late being productive on some autistic cleaning exercise on Sunday night (last night it was re-stiffening and ironing expensive silk scarves, and cleaning, polishing, and sealing marble countertops (which really need professional attention)), then immediately lose the feeling of "ahh, I got so much done this weekend and feel pretty good" as I slowly remember all the stuff I meant to do but lost in the black hole over the weekend, and then procrastinate half the day away because I'm already behind before I start, and the guilt and dread manifests as avoidance, only making things worse as the minutes tick by.
Also: that a doc I have been doing video consults with for the last 5 years now insists I come in for an in-person, rx held at ransom until I do. Naturally, though I put it on for as late in the day as possible and blocked my calendar as out of office for the appointment and commute time (making it a rush-hour commute on hell highways), a really important meeting (that includes an exec who tagged me and only me on the project) gets scheduled over my blocked commute time. And it's going to be on camera, so I can't even take it in the car.
It's bad enough to have to be back in the office so much, but now that other things that work perfectly well remotely are requiring in-person again, even more of my time is lost to driving (and getting ready, bc being presentable for the camera is much easier and faster than being [my standard for] presentable in person). I'll get over it, but damn, people just stealing my time and causing me aggravation for no good reason.
Also: docs doing video calls are prompt; in-person there's almost always a wait.
Last: that spellchecker on my phone always corrects hell to he'll, despite that I use the first one a lot more often.
