To further elaborate on what I was talking about yesterday – how fascinated I am with the other people’s jobs and other people’s offices, I figured it might be fun to do something like Annie did at turning pages and post a day in my life. It’s certainly not the first time I’ve seen this on the Internet and probably won’t be the last but it looked fun and interesting nonetheless.
This is actually an older Ten for Tuesday that I saw awhile back on Echo’s site and had put aside in my blog ideas notebook for later use.
I have been kind of thoughtful lately about jobs and work and how other people’s days function. Sometimes I think it’s because I get so content at my job that when I talk to others or visit other offices, it all seems much cooler or nicer or better – as in, if you have a different color of Post-It’s or nicer office furniture or newer computers, I’m probably envious of you, how cool it would be work to there instead of where I’m at. Not to say I don’t love my job but I guess it’s more of a switch up of a routine.
Though I am and will always be envious of you if you get to actually wear jeans to work because I have been trying to find a gig like that for years and thought I had it with a hospital job (hello, scrubs & sneakers!) but since I am not clinical, I am stuck in a “business semi-professional” that I try my damnedest to skirt the line closer towards “business casual” than I probably should.
Without further ado, here’s the Ten for Tuesday about work:
I’ve been forced back into my Benadryl habit since I decided to forgo it Monday night and woke up the next morning feeling like someone was sitting on face and keeping me from breathing while simultaneously scratching my eyes out.
This means tonight you get an annotated entry which is basically just me telling you about Wednesday’s joy.
— The lady I was following on the moped on my way into work. In her floaty skirt, bright yellow heels and Ladybug helmet.
— A coworker bringing her three week old little girl in all swathed in pink with that dewy newborn hair and squishy little baby face.
— Realizing that I am in good with the one department that no one else is and getting them to do the stuff for me they normally make everyone else wait on.
— Sally Hansen Crackle Nail Polish overcoat in Ink Splatter
— Mad Men. (OMG y’all, I am so late to the party on this one.)
— The Talk. We’ve had this on in the breakroom at lunch and I really enjoy the dynamic of Sharon Osbourne, Sarah Gilbert, Leah Remini and Holly Robinson Peete. And Julie Chen.
And just to throw in things that are not awesome or joyful but I have remained relatively calm about because shit happens and that’s life.
— Baxter has tapeworms, which is literally the grossest ‘effing thing I have ever seen in my life. We started finding what looked like dried rice pellets in place where he slept (i.e. OUR BED, which is vomit inducing itself) and the moment Steve Googled it he realized they were dried tapeworm eggs that secrete from the butt and just kind of hang out back there. And needless to say, when we checked his poop – there were definitely visible. This is not life-threatening and it’s not uncommon for dogs to get them (it’s usually caused by them eating something they shouldn’t – like a flea or a lizard or rodent – and, well Baxter hunts and eats everything). It had not affected his behavior. It just means he had to take a pill and we have to wash EVERYTHING that we have found his ass nuggets on (and fabulous term coined by Steve – let’s see the fun the search engines have with that one!). It also means he has to sleep away from us and we would really prefer he keep his worm butt as far away as possible.
Until then, I’ll be in the corner vomiting. From all the wine I drank to forget about the worms. Then I’ll pass out because of the Benadryl.
Oh LIFE, you are awesome!
Image found here.
Happy Sunday!
How was your weekend? Can you believe it’s July already? It really seems like time just flies by so quickly these days, these months, these years. I mean, June itself was just kind of a ridiculously busy time for us, between going through my Grandpa’s illness and subsequent passing and then my traveling to St. Louis and us having people in to visit and throwing a Third of July party.
I am exhausted.
And that’s why we’ve done nothing this weekend. NOTHING. Except Friday we drove about 30 minutes out to get some pizza at our favorite pizza joint (JI Pizza, it is so delicious and the closest thing to the corner shop pizza we grew up on in Philly – definitely worth the drive). Other than that, the only time I even went outside and left the house was when I went to McDonald’s to pick up breakfast (in my PJ pants and t-shirt; drive-thru FTW!). I reorganized the office, played with the pups, did some laundry, shoved chips in my mouth because I’m too lazy to make real food and drank some (read: a bottle) of wine while surfing the Internet and watching movies and shitty reality TV.
So a successful weekend. Exactly what I needed.
As I indicated here, I was out of a town in June for about four days. I had to go to St. Louis for training for work. Normally, I would have welcomed a trip like that but I think overall what got me was that I wasn’t actually in St. Louis proper (as I’ve come to discover, most company training like this is never in the actual city you’re traveling to but rather a suburb far enough out that requires a vehicle) and I didn’t have a vehicle. So basically, all I saw of St. Louis was the airport, the highway that took me to the hotel, the hotel, the road that took me to the company and back to the airport.
The hotel wasn’t bad, as I indicated. Nothing about the experience itself was bad up until the last day when my flight got delayed numerous times due to mechanical issues and rather than actually cancel the flight and be forced to comp people, US Airways just decided to tell us to wait around the terminal for five hours so they could find another plane. Which, I guess worked because I got home that night but, well, I got home that night instead of that afternoon and had basically spent twelve hours in airports.
Was not a happy camper.
Regardless, to busy myself while in St. Louis, I took pictures of things. Not too exciting but the grounds of the hotel were beautiful. So I figured I’d post those up here. Because I visited a hotel in St. Louis (or rather, Maryland Heights).
Enjoy!