Sunday, January 31, 2010

Thirty-one January Oh-ten

I am beginning to fear my body is developing an allergy to clothing. I suppose this might not be that big an issue in a warm weather climate, but in the middle of winter in a Muslim country, it's less than ideal. Definitely it's causing me to rethink certain cuts of underwear. I'm guessing it's an MS thing.

That's pretty much what I've been occupied with at work lately: how far up one's back you can scratch before it becomes indecent. That and mid-level bidding and my POL rotation and my EER and the training plan for my successor and finishing up projects in Consular before I go. Any bit of that list that doesn't fit in my head ends up as a prickly knot just below my sternum, slightly to the right... It's strange, because I feel fairly on top of things. So on top of things, actually, that I don't really see a need to be stressed. The stomach prickliness was a surprise. Thanks, corporeal self! You just give and give.

There's a particular job I want to be on tomorrow's bidlist, but I don't want to get overly focused on it. If last year's motto was "No More Drama," maybe this year's can be "Just Roll With It."

And maybe a new laundry detergent would stop the itching.


fsowannabe said...

How did the bidlist go? Best of luck!

Lee said...

This post is less interesting without pics...

Charles said...

I initially read this posting too quickly. The two sentences regarding back scratching and mid-level bidding made me think you were asking how far up someone else's back you could scratch before it became indecent, and it seemed a good metaphor to me!

But now I see what you meant. :)