Smooshy
It doesn't take much to put me into a funk, especially when I was just tossed into my new position with no real training. I feel like a kid who can't swim who just got pushed into the pool without her swimmies. (oddly, I'm not a terribly good swimmer.)
So after two weeks of working 10 hours shifts and not seeing the sun while training the new girl and then two days of flailing and feeling generally poopy, I was totally pissed when Joe informed me he is going on a two week business trip from April 5 - April 17. I was even more pissed when he and his work buddy decided to poke fun at my pissiness by saying it was all because his friend had declined the offer. So I spent all day yesterday like this:
But less pixelated.
*note to self... install photoshop on work PC*
I went to the gym to work off some frustrations on the eliptical machine and when we got home, we did some cleaning. Joe doing most of it, because he wanted me to relax. I discovered that my supposed pint glass can hold two full beers! Hello big ass black and tans! Needless to say my Irish Stress Reliever worked wonders and I passed out feeling slightly less grumpy fairly early.
On the way to work this morning Joe texted me to tell me to look in my purse. What did I find? A mix cd! Aw! Nothing makes me squeal more than the new fangled version of a mix tape. I'm such a moosh ball it's ridiculous. So, I've been giddy all damn day because of a 76 minute long mix cd. ^_____^
As easy as it is to put me into a funk, it's even more easy to pull me back out again.
So after two weeks of working 10 hours shifts and not seeing the sun while training the new girl and then two days of flailing and feeling generally poopy, I was totally pissed when Joe informed me he is going on a two week business trip from April 5 - April 17. I was even more pissed when he and his work buddy decided to poke fun at my pissiness by saying it was all because his friend had declined the offer. So I spent all day yesterday like this:
But less pixelated.
*note to self... install photoshop on work PC*
I went to the gym to work off some frustrations on the eliptical machine and when we got home, we did some cleaning. Joe doing most of it, because he wanted me to relax. I discovered that my supposed pint glass can hold two full beers! Hello big ass black and tans! Needless to say my Irish Stress Reliever worked wonders and I passed out feeling slightly less grumpy fairly early.
On the way to work this morning Joe texted me to tell me to look in my purse. What did I find? A mix cd! Aw! Nothing makes me squeal more than the new fangled version of a mix tape. I'm such a moosh ball it's ridiculous. So, I've been giddy all damn day because of a 76 minute long mix cd. ^_____^
As easy as it is to put me into a funk, it's even more easy to pull me back out again.