Oh man.

When I read in my bible aka: What to Expect When You Are Expecting, about fatigue and feeling tired and run down, I didn’t really picture feeling this lethargic. If I sleep for 8 hours, I wake up feeling tired. If I don’t get enough sleep then I am like the walking dead. It seems that no matter what I do, I feel tired.

 Oh, and now I’ve noticed the mood shifting gears as well. The other day there was a bit of a blow up at work where I dealt with a difficult situation. It left me searing mad for a good hour and a half. Later that evening I had a TIFF Gala event to attend, something that I had been looking forward to for nearly a month, and suddenly (because I was so t’d off) I no longer held any interest in going to the function.

But, I sucked it up and went anyway but every now and then I felt myself being pulled out of the festivities and into a funk where I wanted nothing more then to rant and rave to my hearts content about how pissed off I was. Definately not like me at all.

My twin sister, whom I had invited to attend the function with me, even noticed my sour mood which popped up from time to time. I felt pretty bad about that, but since she’s preggers to I figure she’d understand.  

I can’t wait for this first trimester to be over.

Well, in two days from now I will be moved from my desk to the cover the EA for the CEO of the company for a grand total of three weeks.

 O. M. G.

 The man is like a petulant two year old when he doesn’t get his way … or just because. I’ve spent the last two weeks having periodical sit down sessions with Tracy, going over all the do’s and don’ts about being the assitant to Mr. CEO. I have never seen anyone so finiky in all my life.

The man is just ridiculous. Depending on what city he’s in or traveling to there is a specific car service that must be used, as well as class of vehicle. It must be parked in a specific location for him and depending on the circumstances the driver may or may not address him by name. When flying to…lets say London, I have to remember that Air Canada’s business class is better then that with British Airways (according to him). However he always wants First Class (not always available with Brit. Air). Therefore if FC is available with Brit. Air then we take Brit. Air over Air Can. If not, then we take business class with Air Can over Brit. Air.

Then, depending on the type of airplane (read that carefully - the TYPE, as in the model of plane), then there are certain seats that he will only sit in. Anything else is unacceptable.

What was I smoking when I agreed to cover her desk? I haven’t worked under any of the executive’s in the company and while I was planning on transitioning into the EA role very soon, I hadn’t expected this. Working for Mr. CEO could turn out to be a ginormous nightmare.

 To add to this equation, I am taking some night classes for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday from 6:30 - 9:30pm.

And as of Friday, Ms. Morning Sickness decided to rear her nauseating head. I still can’t seem to shake this chronic fatigue which has me fighting the urge to drop my head on my desk (especially from 2 - 4pm).

Oh, and as the icing on the cake, a woman at work has decided to wage war with me out of jealousy after discovering the news about Gary and I having a baby. Apparently, she wanted him for herself.

What do they say? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…. does that apply just to men, or other women too? I suppose I will find out soon enough.