I am not getting anything accomplished. It is making me insane.

Yesterday I was on my way to work early so I could go in while I had another employee working. On my way to the store, my worker called. She had gotten a call from the police department - her apartment had been broken into. Someone had come home at lunch and seen her door opened and called the police. So of course I told her to go on. She's had the worst string of bad luck in the past year. She first had to take a 30% paycut from her fulltime job (as they laid off the rest of her department) and then after four months she lost her job, too. She's a fantastic graphic designer, but in a town where Time, Inc. has laid off about two dozen graphics people in the past few years.... well, the job market is saturated. So she's working for me, and as a cashier at a grocery store, and doing any freelance work she can get ahold of.

So of course she went home, but those two hours of having help was really something I was needing. I'm at bare-bones on staffing right now and I'm working myself to save payroll money when I can. But yesterday showed that if something goes wrong I'm left hanging.

I am however at that point where it will all start to come together. I just have to get it all finished by about 6 today. I think it can be done. Of course I have a doctor's appointment at 11 because THAT'S what I need today.

Speaking of the doctor, I'm three pounds away from the goal I had given myself to be at when I had this appointment. She's going to be pleased with my progress, but I would have been a lot happier to go in at the goal weight.

Now I need to go make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for the boy who has decided he wants a picnic breakfast. This will be fun.