And another thing - I don't understand Christmas lights either. DH seems to LOVE them, wants them in every color for every occasion (orange for Halloween...). All I can say is, if you like it so much, do it yourself (AND take it down in a reasonable timeframe tyvm.)
My first friday evening off of work in (what feels like) forever, and of course it falls during dead week! Ughhhh. So, I'm spending it writing a paper instead of doing something fun.
Let's not address the fact that I probably would spend it at home watching a movie and eating crappy (but delicious) food, if I could. That is completely beside the point!
In other news... My department is being rewarded for high customer satisfaction or something, so they're giving everyone FOOD in honor of us, at some point this week! Yesss. Hopefully I'm working when they do!
"And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this"
“My ability to turn good news into anxiety is rivaled only by my ability to turn anxiety into chin acne.” - Tina Fey
I'm a grinch. Or a Scrooge. Or something. I just don't see the appeal of Christmas trees. Why should I cut down a perfectly good, oxygen-making, habitat-creating, living tree? And for those who implore me to "just get a fake one then, you tree-hugger," answer me this: do fake trees not just use up resources (plastic, fuel, etc.) that could be better used elsewhere? And why on earth would I want to go through the trouble of assembling a pretend tree? I have real trees outside where they belong! BAH HUMBUG. Whew. I feel better now.
Dogs might piddle on them, too.
Dogs and nature abhor a vacuum.
I was wondering about dog piddles and real trees. I went in to pick up some stuff for Calvin at the vet's office today and they had the biggest monstrosity of a flocked real tree I've ever seen, seriously took up half the darn waiting room. It got me to wondering if they have any doggie accidents on it.
Byron,GA> Charleston, SC> Jacksonville, FL> Guilford, CT> Rohnert Park, CA! A southern drawl in sunny Cali! . The amount of time from slipping on the peel and landing on the pavement is exactly one bananosecond. I do have a secret yen for pink in unexpected places. ~ninja dog
I've decided that I'll never get down to my original weight, and I'm OK with that--After all, 8 pounds 2 oz. is just not realistic.
Well, this week (not totally) confirmed that my coworker is irritated at me and I'm still clueless. But I realized that it isn't worth trying to find out right now because 1) could be big can of worms 2) might rock the boat or 3) I could be wrong.
It didn't really bother me and I've been just as nice and polite to her like always. I said goodnight before leaving and she said goodnight back. Who knows?
Another thing that I realized is that I'm not really as concerned with what people at work think of me. They've literally seen me at my worst and nothing could ever be quite as bad or embarrassing as that. Literally seeing me fall to the ground in a crying, hysterical heap and not being able to leave my desk because I couldn't stop crying or shaking. That's been nearly a year ago and that hasn't happened since then. I am definitely doing better and heading in the right direction.
Uh oh, I need to back to clowning because I don't want to ruin my reputation.....