My yesterday was crap-tacular. I mean. It really stunk it up. It was the kind of day that made you quote Office Space and say, "Somebody's got a case of the Mondays." And that somebody was me.
At first I thought it was because I'm working the early shift and just wasn't at the top of my game.
But the crappiness of the day continued into the night. The topper on the crappy cake was when I sucked up my necklace in the vacuum at the car washing place by the gym.
It's this beautiful opal and diamond necklace my parents bought me for Christmas, and I love it.
It was in the cup holder because it had gotten caught up in my iPod in my gym bag. And before I knew it -- whoosh it was gone.
I tried not to overreact.
I left a note on the back of my business card. And low and behold, this morning this jovial sounding man called to verify which vacuum I used. He called back a few minutes later and said he had it for me.
It just goes to show. Mondays = bad. Tuesdays = good.
(Even though work isn't too much better today.)
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Where there's smoke...
I was really proud of myself when I quit smoking something like 15 years ago.
I'm not a quitter... in the sense that I seem to willingly latch onto unhealthy habits -- drinking too much, eating too much, gossiping too much, spending too much.
I'm not feeling especially well. I'm bored. Sleepy. And don't like the stories I'm working on. This would be a perfect time to go outside and take a breather (a breather involving unhealthy air, I guess).
So I type all this knowing that I really don't want to smoke. But I wish it was acceptable to take a non-smoking break. A time when us non-smokers can walk outside and chat for 5 or 10 minutes just to break up the monotony... kind of like the old days at the LTN. When we took super long coffee breaks or brief walks around the block. Those were the days. Kind of.
I'm not a quitter... in the sense that I seem to willingly latch onto unhealthy habits -- drinking too much, eating too much, gossiping too much, spending too much.But smoking I dropped like a bad habit, hehehehehe. Get it? Bad habit?!
But at this particular moment. This one right here. At 2:51 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon, I wish I could smoke without consequence.I'm not feeling especially well. I'm bored. Sleepy. And don't like the stories I'm working on. This would be a perfect time to go outside and take a breather (a breather involving unhealthy air, I guess).
So I type all this knowing that I really don't want to smoke. But I wish it was acceptable to take a non-smoking break. A time when us non-smokers can walk outside and chat for 5 or 10 minutes just to break up the monotony... kind of like the old days at the LTN. When we took super long coffee breaks or brief walks around the block. Those were the days. Kind of.
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