So Awkward.
So, I didn’t intend at all to fall off the grid for the past week...but yet, here we are. We have two MASSIVE projects in the works at PJP and we are feeling the mental impact of both. In fact, I’m going to put a placeholder here for historical purposes and say: keeping day-to-day at PJP completely normal while NOTHING feels normal at all is one of the hardest things we’ve ever done. I’ve never been more sick of myself and my stellar overthinking skills than this past month. Thanks for bearing with us while we are limping right along at being normal-ish.
So here’s what else is going on:
We closed our Easter orders due to overwhelming demand. And because of a particular secretive project, Jeanne and I are actually going to miss this holiday at PJP. Gulp. I require a Xanax to even consider it.
Team PJP is going to be AMAZING though. I am certain that if I didn’t tell you we wouldn’t be there, you would never know.
So where are we going to be? Contractually, we can’t tell you. But it is going to take two planes and a heap of adventurous spirit. And eventually we will share the whole story.
And just because I’ve been distracted doesn’t mean that I haven’t had time for a healthy dose of righteous indignation. This week, we’ve caught FOUR pickup trucks unloading all of their garbage into our dumpster. It is impossible to be surprised by this though, since Columbia residents must pay if they discard more than two garbage bags a week. I have no idea what the city council expected, but when you pass dumb rules, you get dumb results.
We are hiring for both a morning and an afternoon position, though of the three scheduled to interview today, only one actually showed up. And somehow Indeed had given him our home address, so that was awkward when I rolled down our driveway to find an interviewee. SO. AWKWARD.
