March puts the 'run' in runner

I guess this month is very appropriately named because I have been marching all around the valley. I guess I can just assume that even though it doesn't look like I'll be busy in the mornings, I really will because it couldn't really be March if I'm not running. And I am after all, a runner.

Last Week

As promised, I will tell you about the oddity that was last week.

So, it started off with a Monday, that was so crazy and busy that it felt remarkably like a Friday--not one of those hooray-it's-Friday type Fridays, but one of those I-really-need-a-weekend-NOW Fridays. Not good on a Monday because as we all know, Monday's aren't the greatest day's anyway mainly because it's the beginning of the sometimes very long work week. So instead of getting a weekend after this Friday-feeling Monday, I get a Tuesday.

Now Tuesday was really dead, and somewhat boring, and oddly enough felt a little like a Friday just because it was so dull. Only a week that has run itself out could feel like that. Yet, it was only Tuesday.

For various other reasons, both Wednesday and Thursday felt like Friday's also. And by the time Thursday hit, I was so confused that I actually started seriously thinking that it was Friday. The other days of the week, I maintained my sanity and could at least identify the actually day, but not on Thursday. So convinced was I, that I went home expecting a weekend.

Needless to say, the REAL Friday wasn't very fun to wake up to. And to make matters worse, the whole day--the one day the should legitimately feel Friday-esque--felt like a WEDNESDAY! Now that's not even fair. Wednesdays are the worst day of the week, followed by Monday as a close second.

So it wasn't the best week last week, and it wasn't even my fault.

9 to 5 3/4?

Whatever happened to working until six meaning actually working until six and THEN leaving? I left work at 5:45 PM yesterday--late by the way because work was crazy (but more on that later)--and it was like a ghost town in my building. The receptionist left with me, odd since we are open from 8-6 everyday, the company I pass on my way to the parking garage had it's lights off and looked abandoned (but I really don't know what their deal is since no one was there when I got in this morning either. They must have a really wierd schedule), and the woman in the parking booth was gone and the arms were up . . . this is at least five minutes before they used to be up (we just switched parking companies). And hardly anyone was on the roads. Was there something going on yesterday that I didn't know about? Maybe since the Office was a rerun. Why would they rerun the Office for no good reason? But I digress . . . it was a Thursday, people! I can only assume that I was having one of my random jumps into the Twilight Zone which happen occasionally yet continue to freak me out. As this blog clearly indicates.

My faux desk

So my latest greatest thing at work is my faux desk.

Please note, this is not an actual picture of my desk.

I decided to adopt my faux desk because my co-worker had just been reassigned over to a lonely side of the office in a corner all by herself. This was not a punishment, but I thought that going from being around three people all the time, to being by herself would be sad. So I went to sit by her in Christy Corner (name has been changed). I soon thereafter got involved in a project that required counterspace, and so have now clamed my faux desk as my own.

Why is this a faux desk and not the real thing, you ask? Well, I don't have a computer, for one thing, a real desk requirement. My office supplies consist of a highlighter, a pen, a box of tissues, and some paper clips. But the biggest reason of all, is that the chair I borrowed to sit on only has 4 1/2 wheels.

So even though I have a faux desk, at least I can muster up a little sense of belonging. And most importantly have a place to deposit my stuff that's not in everyone's way.

Had a Bad Day

So I had a bad day the other day. Not that anything physically bad happened, like no one ran into me, I didn't have impossible things to get done at work, though it did get mildly stressful. But for some reason, I just didn't feel good emotionally. It was one of those days where your faults appear as 500 lbs sumo wrestlers and stand in front of you intimidatingly all day. They're very hard to see around when that happens.

The next day, of course, was a fabulous day. I felt good, I couldn't stop smiling, things went well at work. In fact, someone I was helping at the front desk told me I had a very nice smile and I must cheer everyone up. I said thank you of course because not accepting complements is one of my pet peeves, but I thought, why couldn't someone have said this yesterday? Then again, if someone had said that on a bad day, I would have said thank you, but I wouldn't have believed it.

Why do girls refuse to believe anything good about themselves?

What happened to the cookies?

Have you ever set out a stack of cookies to help you get through a particularly mind-numbing, or generally boring task? Then as you eat the cookies, you don't really pay attention to the sugary goodness, just feel the benefits of the sugar rush and notice the after-taste makes you want more cookies. So you look over and see that you have one cookie left. And instead of taking the time to enjoy this last cookie, you eat it in the same take-things-for-granted-can't-think-because-my-mind-is-numb way. Then when the after-taste hits, which it always does, your ten-second attention span has expired and you ask yourself "where did my last cookie go? It was here a second ago?" Man, I hate taking out staples!!

P.S. I have decided after an overpowering response from 1/5 of my viewers to not give up chocolate for Lent because I would not be able to make it through work, or a day at my in-laws. I am instead ceasing to cross my legs. Silly you say? Well not for me. I discovered in high school that my bad knees were aggrevated by my leg-crossing, not to mention that dancing-that gave me the bad knees in the first place-was also affected, since leg-crossing kills turn out. I don't have much of that, and I'd like to presearve what I have. Also it can give you vericose veins as time marches on, and yuck, let's be honest. So after successfully giving it up in high school only to be foiled later on by playing a hoochie in Paint Your Wagon (how come our wrestling match isn't on your top ten list, Mo?), I have once again decided to give up the habit. So you can join in the laughter and confusion with my co-workers who I'm sure have been forced to get creative in order to explain away my random leg spasms as I go to cross my legs and then have to jerk them away from each other.

Mardi Gras

So it took awhile for me to post again, I know, but work got crazy and then Blogger shut me out. So I had to get a new password. Anyway, I'm back. And Mardi Gras snuck up on me this year.

Last year my friend had a party, seeing as she's from New Orleans, so I was up on the festivities. This year, it seems way too early, and I haven't decided what to give up for Lent yet. Last year I gave up stress. It was really good for me actually, though my grades kind of suffered-not too drastically of course, but stress is a good motivator. But it had been affecting me physically, so I decided to give it up. And then, after Lent was over, I found out I had Sunday's off. I could have been stressed all those Sundays and I missed the opportunity. So sad. Anyway, this year there doesn't seem to be anything decent to give up that will actually help me in some way. It's a good time to break a habit, but eating and driving don't seem to be things I can live without at this point. Not that driving is a habit, but I don't like doing it and I'd give it up if I could. Sadly, I get paid to do it, so I can't. Anyway, any good ideas, I'm down with.