A Day in the Life
This morning I figured that I’d be slightly ambitious and cook my lunch. This really wasn’t much of a choice as I had defrosted hamburger a few days ago and it really needed to be cooked. So, I cooked the hamburger and I was rummaging around in the kitchen to find things that I could eat with it. One of the attorneys in my office has a huge garden and he grows a variety of hot peppers, so I decided that I’d use one of those with the hamburger and then add egg. It worked very well and I must say the end result was my tasty lunch. However, this morning things weren’t quite functioning upstairs for the red-headed stepchild. I had sleepy seeds (I love that term) in my eyes and I wanted them gone, so naturally I rubbed my eyes to get them out. More particularly, I rubbed the inner corner of each eye with my washed hands. Well, I certainly didn’t wash my hands well enough because the SECOND I rubbed, I knew I was in for it. My eyes began to burn and tear up. The only problem with the tearing up is that it spread the hot pepper juice to the rest of my eye. It was really uncool.
At work I also was not in a coordinated mind state and as I was attempting to remove my tea bag from my cup, I knocked over my water bottle (which I usually close because it is on my desk, but today I chose not to). Water started gushing everywhere and I saw the tea cup start to overturn. Somehow I managed to save the tea and only lose half of my water. Even better still, the water didn’t touch any files, my computer, papers, or my clothes. It sucked, but it could have been ten thousand times worse; so though it sucked that I spilled, I am grateful that the “could have” didn’t happen.
I now want to ask the question: WHY??? Why must people bring in food to work? I understand the homemade pies and brownies and stuff like that, but I don’t understand the random box of dunkin donuts in the kitchen. We don’t have meetings or anything. In fact we all usually bring our own food to eat unless we ate at home. I had brought a banana for breakfast to cut up and eat with nuts and honey. Then the mind scale starts working ... banana ... donut ... banana ... donut? Of course, my mind chose the stupidest of all - both! Though I have to say that I didn’t eat a greasy, cream filled donut coated in chocolate frosting as I opted for the cinnamon/sugar coated one. It was dry on the inside - almost like stale bread. I then wondered why donuts always seem to tempt me. I’m usually disappointed (especially as an adult). The other day, another co-worker brought in a government sized vat of Moose Tracks ice cream. Honestly, these people are offended if you don’t eat their offerings. I remember last year when I was doing paleo and I was basically “shunned” and then when they needed me I was “un-shunned” and then instantly “re-shunned.” If what I eat means so much to others, what does that say about them? I thought it was pretty funny how one co-worker called it “Moose Trails”. Why are people purchasing this unhealthy food to distribute to co-workers? Do they want us to gain weight? Are they buttering us up for some amazingly shocking downfall? Do they need something on which to spend their money? Oy.
A good thing about work today (seeing as how I’ve had very little to do this week) was that I found the book I am reading, Lost Illusions, online. Awesome! Since it looks like a word document, I can read to my heart’s content. This book is totally getting better, so I’m glad.
To top the work day off, our phones are down. Some people are freaking out. Others are acting like the power is out and they can’t do any work. I love how a simple thing like this can fluster people. My attitude is: GOOD! No one can call me so I don’t have to deal with people trying to report cable theft. Thank goodness.
At work I also was not in a coordinated mind state and as I was attempting to remove my tea bag from my cup, I knocked over my water bottle (which I usually close because it is on my desk, but today I chose not to). Water started gushing everywhere and I saw the tea cup start to overturn. Somehow I managed to save the tea and only lose half of my water. Even better still, the water didn’t touch any files, my computer, papers, or my clothes. It sucked, but it could have been ten thousand times worse; so though it sucked that I spilled, I am grateful that the “could have” didn’t happen.
I now want to ask the question: WHY??? Why must people bring in food to work? I understand the homemade pies and brownies and stuff like that, but I don’t understand the random box of dunkin donuts in the kitchen. We don’t have meetings or anything. In fact we all usually bring our own food to eat unless we ate at home. I had brought a banana for breakfast to cut up and eat with nuts and honey. Then the mind scale starts working ... banana ... donut ... banana ... donut? Of course, my mind chose the stupidest of all - both! Though I have to say that I didn’t eat a greasy, cream filled donut coated in chocolate frosting as I opted for the cinnamon/sugar coated one. It was dry on the inside - almost like stale bread. I then wondered why donuts always seem to tempt me. I’m usually disappointed (especially as an adult). The other day, another co-worker brought in a government sized vat of Moose Tracks ice cream. Honestly, these people are offended if you don’t eat their offerings. I remember last year when I was doing paleo and I was basically “shunned” and then when they needed me I was “un-shunned” and then instantly “re-shunned.” If what I eat means so much to others, what does that say about them? I thought it was pretty funny how one co-worker called it “Moose Trails”. Why are people purchasing this unhealthy food to distribute to co-workers? Do they want us to gain weight? Are they buttering us up for some amazingly shocking downfall? Do they need something on which to spend their money? Oy.
A good thing about work today (seeing as how I’ve had very little to do this week) was that I found the book I am reading, Lost Illusions, online. Awesome! Since it looks like a word document, I can read to my heart’s content. This book is totally getting better, so I’m glad.
To top the work day off, our phones are down. Some people are freaking out. Others are acting like the power is out and they can’t do any work. I love how a simple thing like this can fluster people. My attitude is: GOOD! No one can call me so I don’t have to deal with people trying to report cable theft. Thank goodness.