The wedding is coming up quickly — 9 days, if my math is correct. And with it, work has been extra busy/frustrating. I’m still dieting to try to lose just a few more pounds by the wedding to ensure my suit fits as well as it is able (a whole other story that I’m not going to delve in, but I have a draft post full of emotional vomit). I did payroll this week for the first time by myself. We’re under a couple injunctions from the state from an incident stemming from the nursing staff. Still no personal days, despite our numbers being strong (they took away our 5 personal days this year, leaving us with only 4 holidays).
We’re mostly ready for the wedding. We still need to sit down and figure out the music. But all the other big stuff is done. Our suits are done, we have our rings. We’ve hired bartenders and a photographer. A work associate is catering, gratis. We’ll pay for the actual food (at cost through my work). We’ve wrapped gifts for the bridal parties. We made the centerpieces. Things are coming together.
T asked if I was excited, but honestly, I’m not. Not yet. I rarely get excited before something actually occurs — I’m too busy with the to-do list that invariably precedes any such event that may provoke excitement. I told her I would get excited once we had checked off all the remaining items.
Until then… I guess I have work to do.