seriously?
It's supposed to SNOW again tonight. I can't take this. Can't. Take. This.
Crazy week. Had to move my office downstairs since it was turning into no man's land upstairs. (Or no woman's land, I suppose.) However, I liked my quiet little corner. Now I'm in the middle of everything, and my office is next to the LOUDEST TALKER in the building. Yay. Oh well. Plus, our HR file room is still upstairs. Guess I'll be getting more exercise than before. Always had to run up and down all day since the restrooms and full tea stash are downstairs. (The two most important things in my workday, clearly.)
And my new office is COLD. I'll have to whine about this for a while, and then I'll adjust. I'm an adaptable creature, but the older I get, the longer it take me to shift gears. Erik and I are going to run in to the office this morning so he can help me HANG stuff on the walls. Figure it's best to do it on a Saturday so as not to disturb anyone else with the banging (or, more likely, to have constant supervision from a gaggle of male co-workers who don't actually offer to help...not unlike my moving day on Thursday!)
Do I have anything exciting to report? Not so much. We went out for Erik's birthday dinner on Thursday. He wanted to go to Coho Cafe since he's a salmon fan. I, of course, ordered the yakisoba! But we had to get dessert since it was his birthday, after all. So I order something called Almond Joy Sundae. I'm not a big Almond Joy fan, but it said locally made ice cream with almonds covered in chocolate fudge.... And that's all I needed to read.
OMG, it was OBSCENE. Why oh why can't restaurants give us normal, human-sized portions? It was really good, but it must have had 4 scoops of ice cream! Blargh. I knocked all the whipped cream off since I don't like it and just ate the ice cream but could only get through half of it. What a horrible waste of perfectly fattening ice cream. It's not like you can take that home in a box.
Oh well, I still lost a pound this week! No doubt thanks to running up and down the stairs eleventy billion times on Thursday while moving all my stuff down.
Time to dash and actually be productive. (Or at least decorate the office and hit Trader Joe's!)
Crazy week. Had to move my office downstairs since it was turning into no man's land upstairs. (Or no woman's land, I suppose.) However, I liked my quiet little corner. Now I'm in the middle of everything, and my office is next to the LOUDEST TALKER in the building. Yay. Oh well. Plus, our HR file room is still upstairs. Guess I'll be getting more exercise than before. Always had to run up and down all day since the restrooms and full tea stash are downstairs. (The two most important things in my workday, clearly.)
And my new office is COLD. I'll have to whine about this for a while, and then I'll adjust. I'm an adaptable creature, but the older I get, the longer it take me to shift gears. Erik and I are going to run in to the office this morning so he can help me HANG stuff on the walls. Figure it's best to do it on a Saturday so as not to disturb anyone else with the banging (or, more likely, to have constant supervision from a gaggle of male co-workers who don't actually offer to help...not unlike my moving day on Thursday!)
Do I have anything exciting to report? Not so much. We went out for Erik's birthday dinner on Thursday. He wanted to go to Coho Cafe since he's a salmon fan. I, of course, ordered the yakisoba! But we had to get dessert since it was his birthday, after all. So I order something called Almond Joy Sundae. I'm not a big Almond Joy fan, but it said locally made ice cream with almonds covered in chocolate fudge.... And that's all I needed to read.
OMG, it was OBSCENE. Why oh why can't restaurants give us normal, human-sized portions? It was really good, but it must have had 4 scoops of ice cream! Blargh. I knocked all the whipped cream off since I don't like it and just ate the ice cream but could only get through half of it. What a horrible waste of perfectly fattening ice cream. It's not like you can take that home in a box.
Oh well, I still lost a pound this week! No doubt thanks to running up and down the stairs eleventy billion times on Thursday while moving all my stuff down.
Time to dash and actually be productive. (Or at least decorate the office and hit Trader Joe's!)