I had promised Mom that I would do my taxes and send them to her yesterday, but I hadn't actually started them yet. I got home from the show last night and really didn't feel like it, so I decided to get up at 7a and do them this morning.

Weirdly, that wasn't the recipe for disaster that you would think it would be. I hit snooze until 7.30a (love this article that Karen sent me about Clocky, the Clock that stops you from hitting snooze by hiding itself), got up, didn't actually start doing it until 9a, since the pharmacy didn't open until then, and I needed to get the printout of what I spent last year.

Of course, I can't get it until tomorrow, because I wait until the last minute to do everything, and I have to check my online banking statement that I can't get until tomorrow also. Besides not having everything I need, I was done in an hour.

Will someone explain to me why I always wait so long to do this every single year?

So yesterday I made another faux pas at work. Sigh.

The Big Boss had gone out, telling me that he was expecting someone and to send her to the restaurant when she came, but that he might call her. That was the sentence that screwed everything up.

The woman came in, didn't speak to me, but went and stood by the railing. I asked her if I could help her, and very dismissively (but not meanly), she said, "I'm waiting for the Big Boss." "Ah," I said, "He told me to expect you and send you to the restaurant when you came, did you talk to him on the phone?" She said that she had, and that they had decided to meet in the lobby.

About five minutes later, I went up to her and said, "Let me make sure that I understand, did you talk to him on the phone in the last half hour?" "Yes, we spoke and decided not to meet at the restaurant, but in the lobby."

About five minutes after that, she said, "Do you think maybe he has gone to the restaurant?" and I said, "Yes, that was what I was saying all along!" so she went across the street. Of course, then I understood that she had been saying that they were going to meet in the lobby and then go to the restaurant, whereas I thought that she was saying that he was leaving the restaurant and meeting with her here in the building.

When Big Boss came back, he asked me how this possibly could have happened, with a look on his face as though I was not just a jackass, but a particularly stupid one. I tried to explain, but of course, in his head she had walked up to me, identified herself clearly and asked me to call him and tell him she was there. As opposed to what she did do, assume that she knew exactly what was going on and needing as little interference from me as possible.

Ugh, why do I keep making dumb mistakes at work? This one was admittedly almost entirely the mistake of the other party, but still, I should be a bit more assertive and not assume that the other person knows what she is talking about just because she asks as though she does.

The show was pretty good last night. We had a big audience, the biggest yet, but they weren't over-enthusiastic laughers, though they seemed to like it.

I had a small breakthrough with the fall, since I forgot to wrap my knee, so when I was out there I had to fall without the padding. And I realized that falling with the padding on made me fall wrong, like I was trying to aim for the padding.

So last night, I fell like I did in rehearsal before I bashed my knee in the first place, and it was much better. And Matty's coming tonight and he's a fight director, so I want to do my best fall in front of him.

I've been reading Chocolate and Zucchini, which is an absolutely wonderful food journal, though most of the things in it are things that I would never eat.

This one, though, this one I am making.

Today's horoscope:
You're befuddled about what to do with a dear one -- especially if it's a decision between waiting for them to make up their mind or just putting your foot down. Enough with the waiting. Put your foot down. Hard.

One year ago today:
I was the only person in the theatre under 100. Everyone else must work during the day rather than going to free movies at the library.

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