Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

I’m sad to report that Deodorant Brandy is not our fake band of the week. Though it really should be. Alas.

Anyway, still on Extremely Necessary Vacation. Which is almost over. That’s pretty much the gist of the Chicken.

The hard stuff


Awful, awful guiltified stress. A lot of which is just in my head. And some of which is residual guilt about going on Extremely Necessary Vacation in the first place.

My stuff. Hi.

But man.

Too many stupid little things adding to my stress.

First I forgot to pay some phone bills because I haven’t had access to my calendar.

The bookmark in my toolbar that was supposed to remind me to pay something else just up and disappeared.

Then my landlady cashed the October rent check a few days before the first of the month, which is the date I was planning on.

Ugh. Charges and fees and overdrafts and worries and annoyances. Do. Not. Like.

Ever had deodorant-flavoured brandy?

Because I have.

This one isn’t so much a “hard” as a “weird”. Luckily (though is that really the right word when discussing deodorant brandy?) it was the crystal mineral kind and not the gooey stick of chemicals kind.

And no, the deodorant did not belong to me. And no, I’m not going into details.

But you know what would be awesome? Brandy-flavoured deodorant. Now that is something I would pay for.

Not wanting Extremely Necessary Vacation to end.

Though all things do. I’m back to work on Monday.

The good stuff


I kind of can’t believe this but I’m still on Extremely Necessary Vacation, which is now turning into I Love This Vacation Thing So Much Vacation.

Being on holiday suits me. Oh yes.

Also, this is the longest vacation I’ve ever had. By a lot. Though really it’s only the second vacation I’ve ever had, if you don’t count being unemployed, broke and terrified. Which I don’t.

Anyway, it is so ridiculously healthy, despite all the worries I manage to bring along. I think I’m actually going to uh, plan one this year, so I don’t end up taking Emergency Vacations instead. Revolutionary!

You know what else is magical about vacation?

It makes you want to work.

Well, it makes me want to work.

Once I really started working through the burnout, all my enthusiasm for the meaning of my work came flooding back in.

Passion. And drive. I’ve been seriously missing these things. Yay.

Relaxation. It’s like, good for you.

I know, I know. Not so good at practicing what I preach.

(Oh how I love that there were about twenty things I could have linked to there — also tempted to mention this and this too.)

But it’s amazing.

I look in the mirror and I think, wow … so THIS is what I look like without bags under my eyes. And when I get exercise outdoors.

Turns out that not working makes me much better looking.

Stuff being outrageously beautiful.

I’ve honestly seen more rainbows on this Extremely Necessary Vacation than in my whole life. Also gorgeous skies and beautiful sunrises and ridiculously adorable cavorting dolphins.

Now, admittedly, normally these would be the kind of cheesy, embarrassing vacation-symbols that would send me into Extremely Sarcastic Mode, but I have to say …

Nope. It’s just really, really beautiful.

I took a tap dancing class!

That’s mostly notable because the fact that I did it surprised the hell out of me.

I also really enjoyed myself, which was pretty surprising too.

And … playing live at the meme beach house!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

So this week, I must introduce you to:

Irresponsible Cream

I got the idea from Alicia who suggested (in last week’s Chicken) pumpkin and leek soup with Irresponsible Cream. I love Irresponsible Cream! Clearly … it’s just one guy.

And … STUISMS of the week.

Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.

  • Gods and only God gajillion instead of “ohmygod Jillian!”
  • except that just permeates so much heroin instead of “except that for me it’s so much harder”
  • the okay horse and this orator instead of “the chaos and the disorder”
  • That Site is funny via the feared big hug instead of “so I just want to give you a big hug”
  • bad chick daisy instead of “batshit crazy”
  • milking the rounds instead of “making demands”
  • justify the bye instead of “it’s just one guy”

That’s it for me …

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.

The Fluent Self