I’ve found it is essential to find humor in everything. Especially in working in customer service or an office. Life all together can be quite funny when you find the good in anything negative. That is when I laugh. Usually I share because it is best not to laugh alone otherwise people tend to look at you a little crazy (though sometimes they also can keep their distance which isn’t all that bad).
For instance this week I’ve taken on the role of fly killer. We have an exaggerated version of a fly swatter in our office that I pick up any time that I’m made aware of the presence of a fly. My co-workers have accepted my role and encouraged it. As soon as I see the fly they give me space to kill it and I usually do so with a killing phrase like “gotcha” or “thats what you get when you mess with the best”. It sounds ridiculous, but I figure even if I don’t humor someone else I can at least laugh at myself.
So here is another quick example: You have an annoying co-worker or perhaps an extremely pessimistic one (ugh) that just drains the office or makes it an unpleasant work environment. Everytime something negative comes out of their mouth imagine them as some sort of silly creature (like an elephant or a monkey) it just has to be something ridiculous. It entirely diffuses anything that they say and in turn also provides a humourous image for you to snicker at (preferably in your head).
I’m not entirely sure how my co-workers take my random snickers or crazy banter, but usually I have at least one co-worker and most often my supervisor letting out a hearty laugh. It isn’t quite that I seek attention so much as in order to keep my balance I need to laugh at life and enjoy sharing the laughter with others. Hence this blog 🙂
It is no surprise to me and the people who know me that I’ve now managed to burn both my arms in the matter of a week. My bodies spacial awareness barely exists. At least one almost looks like the rebel symbol from Star Wars.
Then this morning I had my coffee cup in hand and didn’t realize it was open as I proceeded to dump a good portion of it over my left breast when I first got into work. I immediately went to the bathroom and tried to wash it out in hopes it wouldn’t stain. No such luck. Hopefully I can get it out in the wash. Just another day in my life.
Waking up with pain in your shoulder blades is a good indicator of how your Tuesday is going to be. A terrible echo of the previous Tuesday. But I did learn my lesson and went to the Chiropractor this time. They put you on this table and when they put the tabby things on you that both heat and pulsate on the muscles of your back…I could have fell asleep, but well…coffee. It was very relaxing and when he adjusted my spine there were parts of my back that felt much better, but when he asked about my neck I should have said “Yes have some” because that is still hurting. So if I’m still in pain on Thursday I will go back. In happier news I have another day off of work! Doesn’t feel like a vacation, but it kind of is (let me have this). Debating how I will spend the rest of my day. Definitely not taking another muscle relaxer. Those are just great sleepy time pills.
Meanwhile my dog is finding all sorts of uncomfortable looking positions to lay down in so that she can curl up near me. I’m pretty sure she would be able to practice Yoga way better then me. Flawless downward dog!
My dog is an interesting representative of her breed. While in many ways she is the typical Golden Retriever, there is most certainly things that are uniquely her. Or at least that is what I like to think.
1. If your hand is outside the boundaries of any furniture she will make a point to lay down upon her back and reach out her paw to you. She just wants you to hold her paw.
2. She will never bark unless you start to play with her with either a piece of mail or a noisy plastic bag (usually garbage or recycling in our house).
3. If it’s a tight space…she will try to fit in it.
4. For whatever reason rain, thunder, wind, fireworks or any other sort of disturbance that usually bothers dogs…doesn’t bother her. But when the grass is wet she will always poop with her feet in the grass and her butt over the sidewalk. I’m not sure if it’s to avoid getting her butt wet (I can only assume) or some other strange reason, but it’s quite bothersome to have to pick up dog crap off the sidewalk. She can get everything else wet, but not her butt?
I love my dog, but she has some interesting traits. She’s an odd duck like her owner. Sometimes I think she picked me and not the other way around 😋
Some days just get you down in the dumps. You start to feel like the deck is stacked against you and you just get into a spiral of self-pity. Today is most certainly one of those days. No details I’m all about smiles and laughter, but I’ll just say that my back issues weren’t helping.
Confession…I eat my feelings. Honestly I really don’t hide it so it’s hardly a confession. Tonight I was trying to find my happy thoughts and I found them at the bottom of what remained of my Ben and Jerrys Tonight Dough. My belly aches but my spirits are a little lighter. I do not recommend the feelings diet for those that like a not-so-curvy body. But old habits are hard to beat (especially when you really want to eat).
There seems to exist this unwritten rule or perhaps just a horrible role of luck that when a parent decides to stay up late almost always will your child suddenly wake up earlier then normal. I’d request this rule be removed from the ether of unwritten rules, but I do love coffee and my son just so happens to be a wonderful child, so I guess I will take it. Though it should be noted these sort of days require a second coffee in the afternoon, which will most likely lead to another late night. Thankfully for me I rolled better this time and my son did not wake up early this morning. Coffee was still consumed because welllll…it’s coffee. I should switch back to drinking caffeinated tea…should. Probably won’t. Yet. Maybe…
So after bingeing on Mad Men for a few hours I start to go through my bedtime ritual of brushing my teeth and washing my face. Looking at my reflection I can’t help but notice the inevitable signs of aging. Skin tags. Why? I know the reason skin tags come about, but couldn’t my body do some more magic and put that extra effort into another part of my body? Stretch my arms thinner! Something!? If you haven’t delved into trying to remove one yet, don’t bother. They hurt like hell and bleed quite a bit. Not only that the assholes come back! I’ll take beauty marks, stretch marks and white hairs all day long! Just please quit with the skin tags!