That Just Happened!

The final day of Happiness week.  The things that have made me happy so far are Angus (my pug), going to the theater to see awesome shows (like Wicked), flowers for no reason (especially daisies) and winning things.  There are so many other things that make me happy.  Sunny days, decaf-grande-non-fat-no-whip-mochas from Starbucks, going to the bookstore…  

I recently realized I need to start appreciating the things that make me happy and that means actively seeking them out, so this week I did Happiness week.  These things all made me happy in the last 5 days.  Now, I am not a natural optimist, or cheery person, like Mille.  I am not a busy, call-it-like-it is new wife like Stephtastic.  I’m not an amazing, plethora of fun-filled facts of book and film like Kricket.  I don’t have the ability to create magical worlds like my bloggie friend Blond Duck.  I am not a hilarious mom like Jenners (whose blog is one of the first I ever read and started following). But I can learn from each of them.   

Day 5 is about friends and family.  People that are always there to laugh with, leave a supportive comment, or share experiences with, whether they are in the real world or in blogland.  MPW, and The Art Owl (formerly known as Jamo!) are two men in my life who I can always count on.  I have an extensive family and dear friends who sometimes get featured on the blog, but always let me know they read it.  Friends and family are always there to lend a helping hand and to offer kind words of wisdom and advice.  Friends and family are really why I started this blog just over 1 year ago.  

I’ve been blogging for a year (as of October 5th) and have 189 posts (this is my 190th) and 794 comments.  It’s those comments that keep me coming back for more.  The sharing of the craziness that can sometimes be life and all the reads along the way.  I’ve talked about work, family, weddings, engagements, books, challenges, friends, my life at home, and shoes.  Thanks for sticking around through my first year, I hope you are here for the second.   

Not my 1st Bday, but I AM wearing a tiara.

* This occured on Monday, I just wanted to take some time to calm down a bit before I published it*

So I came into work this morning and I was the only one here.  Apparently M, who does customer service, wasn’t in this morning, but no one tells me that despite the fact I am only in at this ungodly hour because of service.  So I could at least have gone for a coffee or something.

I was getting so mad (this is really just one of many many many  things that drives me crazy about this place which is why I have worked out an alternate schedule for myself which amounts to me being temporarily unemployed) so I called MPW to vent a bit.  Well, one of my coworkers came in (an hour and half after I started btw) and may  definitely overheard some language unbecoming of a lady as I extolled the virtues of punching people in the face and pouted about how under-appreciated I am. Ha.

So, this coworker goes to reception and a call comes in.  Obviously  M is not in because her station is empty and you can’t hear her swearing at customers on the phone, yet the receptionist proceeds to page her at her desk.  Then he picks up the line and tells the customer M won’t be in til 10.

So…you  knew she wasn’t going to be in, you were just trying to cover your tracks so you would not be the recipient of said punch in the face.

Apparently my reputation proceeds me.

Oh, and M did come in at 10 and has proceeded to spend 15 minutes clipping and filing her nails at her desk.  And let’s not even talk about the service manager’s disdain for anyone not Italian and from the village of his “paisan” or whatever.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Ugh.  My brain is fuzzy and I am pretty sure my body is trying to tell me that I should be sleeping.  It is 8:00am on Jan 4th and I am back at work after the holidays. Yes, yes, I know that some of you did not even get a holiday and for that I am sorry. I know I should be grateful for the time off, but now I have a taste for it and would like it to continue.

I should have known today was going to be tough.  I slept poorly all night, waking up at 10 minute intervals. Then I was bum-rushed off the bed an hour before  I had to be up.  MPW kept pushing closer to me with his butt. Pushing is the key word. By the time I was ready to say something, he finally managed to push me off the bed. “Forget it,” I thought, “at least I will have time for a good breakfast.”

So I got up to get some Mini-Wheats.  It being so close to my sister’s wedding I am trying to lose some weight. Mainly because the dress doesn’t exactly fit at the moment.  But it will, oh it will. So I counted out 59g of Mini-Wheats as per the suggested serving size. Do you know how little that is?  How can anyone subsist on normal portion sizes of breakfast cereal?  How can 59g have 270 calories?  Thank goodness it is fibre-filled, but I doubt it will tide me over until my 1:30pm lunch.  So in order to fool my tummy into thinking I am eating more, I am bringing coffee to work.

I get in the car, after leaving pretty much on time (yeah!) and promptly knock my coffee over into the back seat (I know…it’s a skill) and am trying to dab the two napkins I have into the floor mat…from the front seat…as I am twisted around.  (Hey I told you my brain is fuzzy! )  Looking back I should have got out fo the car, opened up the back and then dabbed.  Meanwhile, MPW got into his car and drove by as I was twisted in the seat.  He slowed down, realized I was at least in the car and then sped off. Yeesh!  No help there. 

So, after following 2 cars doing 30km/h side-by-side half way to work, I have arrived.  As I am responsible for opening up the office I have a handy key which I always keep in my purse. A key that I couldn’t find. So after dumping out the contents of my purse I found it in the bottom corner of my bag. I should probably mention that my purse has a rep for being a Mary-Poppins purse. I could probably fit the dog in it, so dumping it’s contents is epic.

Gathering up my wits and courage I made it in to the office.  I am here, but my brain is notably absent. Not a great way for it to start the new year, being late for work like that.  When it gets here I am going to give it a stern talking to.  Although, maybe I should just be happy it gets here at all.

So, I am off to handle the two weeks worth of mail that just came in and the work that magically appeared on my desk over the holidays.  Apparently the work fairies aren’t union and were forced to show up all the way through.

Yeah, That Just Happened!