It’s a weird thing, Facebook. Last night I got a call from an old friend, who asked how things were going and then said, “Oh, but I already know from your Facebook posts!”. Umm, not completely.

I’ve noticed that while I might make snarky comments about what’s going on, I’m sort of skimming over the surface of what happens, because who wants to hear too much bitching? I’ve also noticed that when things get kind of deep in poo in real life, that I stop posting. I told my mother that’s a good basic indication of my mood — see regular posts from me, everything is pretty good. Lots of silence = getting buried.

So what’s been up? Well, the short version is…

• The surprise deadline which SOMEONE forgot about (not me, obviously) that entailed spending the whole weekend writing class notes for a lecture — they were a week late at that point.
• The implosion of one of my key staff people due to health reasons, without much of an end in sight.
• WEEKS of getting a new accounting program up and running, which no one knows how to use well except Will.
• The TOTAL COLLAPSE (and subsequent hand-wringing and head-banging) of our office computer — the one with all the accounting info, patient records, office email, you name it — and <insert me kissing the back-up Time Capsule> the 48-hour re-boot, which is still going on, as I write this.
• Needing additional, $1000 programs to increase productivity at work (like for inventory and such) and the research to figure out the compatibility and such, but first we have to have a functioning computer, don’t we?

It’s kind of like a couple of days ago, when someone said to me how awesome my pictures were on Facebook and (I’m quoting here) “Man, I want your life!” I looked at her bemusedly for a moment before I replied, “Well, I’m not going to put the CRAPPY pictures up, am I?”

Kind of like that.

Although I DID do a spin class today, which reminded me that it IS possible to feel worse, at least for 45 minutes ;-)