Have I Ever Mentioned Two of My Favorite Things?

Long walks....and short piers.

LOUD!

Do people not realize how loud they are being when they are on personal calls? I don't get as many personal calls as some others do around here, but when I do have them, am I that loud? I can hear someone's phone conversation in the lunch room perfectly right now. Granted, I can hear a lot of conversations in the lunch room perfectly, but is it really required to talk at top volume on the phone in the area for everyone? And my supervisor, I can always hear every word of her conversations. Just a mini-rant. Plently more on my mind, but I have other people's work to do...ha. Well, it is technically someone else's, but I'm helping, not doing all of it. And I better get some help when the time comes for my markets to get a makeover!

A Conclusion I've Reached

Most of the subjects of my posts have to do with wanting to leave work, or dreading going to work. Pretty sad huh? I really don't hate my job. I've had a job or two I hated and this isn't one of them. But I don't love my job. I think very few people do though. I wish I had a job I loved. But I don't even know what I'd love to do. So there's a predicament right there. I think most of us get burnt out though. I read an article on Yahoo a while back that said people in the US, on average, work more than most other countries...well, industrialized ones anyway. We even work more than the Japanese, who are often seen as work-aholics. Could this contribute to why so many of us would rather go sit on the couch and watch TV at night instead of go for walks? We are worn out and feeling lazy from working so much? If we had to work less, would we want to be physically active more? Who knows? Maybe I should've went to grad school for sociology...this is something we might research.

Well crap, I better go. Looks like I might have messed something up in billing. Just received an email from a city. Repeat to self "I like my job, I like my job."

It's Sunday...

...which means tomorrow is Monday. And I don't like Mondays!!!!! I vote we start having two day work weeks and five day weekends. For the same pay, though, ha. Actually, for more money...

First thing this morning

I get to work and I have a message from one of the bosses in the office telling me to "kill and reset" something. There was some various verbiage in the email that was supposed to be some sort of explanation, I suppose, but it's gibberish to me. I don't like getting a message telling me something to do that I don't know how, especially when there is no one here to ask about it. BLAH. And I'm SOOOO tired. Should've grabbed some five hour energy!

I need to go...get me out of this office

...I need to buy a birthday card. The boyfriend's birthday isn't until Saturday but I am ready to go hunting for a card. I want a heartfelt, sweet card. I'm normally the girl who always buys a humourous card, even for family. But for the boyfriend, even though we make each other laugh like crazy, I want the card to convey how much he means to me. But not be too overbearing. So I think I may be in a card shop for a while. And I need to pick up the mail. I ordered the boyfriend's present on Thursday and I hope it gets here before Saturday! We've talked about going to some kind of play together since we met, so I bought him tickets to a show for his birthday. Well, a ticket for him and a ticket for me. :) And I'm going to give him a picture frame with three slots, and each one will have a picture of him and I in it. I'm going a little too romantic overboard, maybe? I don't know. He likes it when I tell him how much he means to me. But maybe a card that is more simple but has a few words written by me in it would be better. Ah, who knows? Maybe I'll wait until tomorrow to go look. I would like to check the post office tonight for the tickets though. It will make me really sad if they don't get here on time. But they are coming from downtown Seattle, you would think that wouldn't be too difficult. *sigh* I think it's time to go home. Oh wait, I got here late...I really shouldn't leave for 45 minutes...but I don't want to get started on something else. Maybe if I sneak out...shhh... :)

Friday Friday Friday!

And OF COURSE I don't want to be at work. I NEVER want to be at work on Friday anymore. I think I've reiterated that in this blog multiple times. Of course it doesn't help when I don't have anything due till next Friday so why would I want to work today when I have all of next week to do so? Help me out here, give me some motivation.

Last weekend was a long weekend because my friend Mike was in town and I hung out with him and went to a wedding with him as his date. Truthfully, I wasn't really needed at the wedding as his date but it was a nice wedding and reception so I'm not complaining. Oh, and I caught the bouquet. *gulp* LOL, I don't really believe in that stuff. Mike only ended up staying with me two nights, not on Friday because he had to be to the wedding early so I stayed with the boyfriend that night. I was happy because I thought we'd have to go much longer without seeing each other. Pathetic, I know. Well something about me staying with Mike and still coming back to the boyfriend made him really happy and put him a...rambunctious mood? Hehe. Threw me down, used his mouth...um, anyway, needless to say I was pretty tired and was almost late for the wedding on Saturday.

Enough about that...I'm getting a little too risque. This weekend should be rather uneventful but I think I need that. I was on the go too much last weekend and therefore I have been tired pretty much all week. And I decided something last weekend too...I don't think Mike and I are ever meant to be friends like we used to be. We have so much history together, more than I could ever go into on here right now. But he was only here for a few days and I was getting so annoyed with him by the time he left. We used to spend all our time together and it was fine. But before he moved a couple years ago I had reached the point that I was just ready for him to go because I was constantly annoyed at him. You would think I could be around him for a few days without feeling that way but it doesn't seem to be the case. We used to fight like a married couple, so is it like we got a divorce and now we're like a divorced couple trying to be friends? It works as long as we talk on the phone sometimes and that kind of thing, but constant contact for a few days doesn't. At least for me. I may write more later about the things that were bothering me, but I should get back to work. Why can't it be six hours from now?

Yada Yada Blah Blah

Here I am, at work, not working. Oops. I've honestly been working all morning, and I'm much more diligent at this job (so far) than I was at my other one. Of course, I wouldn't tell anyone in my old department that. Toward the end I got so bored I was falling asleep. The lack of sleep I was getting didn't help, I'm sure. And of course I still get a lack of sleep plenty of nights but I've only caught my eyes closing once or twice since I've been over here and it has been a couple months. I think this one will stress me out at times and knowing a deadline is definitely a deadline will cause my brain to say "hey, you can't be tired." It's good for me I think. In the other department things needed to get done but OT was against the rules and therefore only so much could get done. Probably why it was easier to fall asleep when I was tired. Speaking of being tired...

The boyfriend kind of pissed me off on Monday. Yesterday certainly didn't help. We went to his sister's house to cat-sit for the weekend. I had a long weekend, he didn't, so I was there Sunday and Monday by myself. His sis and bro-in-law have three cats and two kittens, which I knew. I was actually excited to go there, because even though it is in the area I liked the thought of getting away and being in a house. I was in the house from Friday night until we left late Monday...well, early Tuesday morning. I didn't bring my car because the place is really hard to find and I wouldn't have wanted to leave anyway. He got home from work and we needed to clean up so I could get home and salvage a little sleep before coming to work yesterday. I was napping when he got there...only half-asleep really, and he fell asleep in the chair. Now, I understand he had been working all day so he was tired, but the minute he fell asleep I couldn't sleep anymore because I didn't want both of us to sleep all night and then I'd be screwed in the morning when I had to go to work. So I got up and started cleaning and getting ready to leave and he got up a bit later. The moment he pissed me off: There was a paper bowl with ice cream residue in it, and he asked "are you the one you has been eating ice cream out of paper bowls?" I said yes, and he said "quit that, it's wasteful. They could be used for a picnic or something." I looked at him and said "I'm 27 years old, I think I can decide what I want to eat ice cream out of." He looked at me and said "are they your bowls?" A couple random comments were said back and forth and I walked upstairs, and I was mad. I felt like he was treating me like a little kid. For the rest of the night he would be sweet and hug me and tell me thank you for helping, then say something that would hit me the wrong way. I think the combination of the bowl comment, being hungry, and being cooped up all weekend put me in a mood I get in sometimes, where I take everything offensively. On the way home we stopped to get food, and I told him what had ticked me off and he apologized and said that it was something that his parents had always lectured him about and it just came out for some reason. He said he becomes very business-like and straight-forward at work and often a coworker who is older than him calls him "dad" and he must have still been in that mode. I said it was okay and let it drop...but I have a hard time letting go of things that bug me, so it was still in my head somewhat.

Yesterday I heard nothing from him for a long time. And if I hadn't texted him I never would have heard anything. I sent two messages during the day, one saying have a good day and one telling him I hoped he had time to get enough sleep and some down time, since he said he needed both. Didn't hear anything. I fell asleep around 6pm, woke up at 12:30am. No text messages. His hours make it so he's always up at 12:30am so I sent one, saying I hoped everything is okay since I hadn't heard anything. I got something about 20 minutes later, saying he was fine, just completely wiped out. So, let me understand this. You're so tired that you can't send a text message? Do you know how many days a week I operate on hardly any sleep? And I certainly can type a text message. I didn't say any of that though. I don't really remember what I said. Nothing mean. Probably just feel better or something. *sigh* He really is a nice guy. I am just unbelievably frustrated right now. My mom says my stepdad is a brat about being tired, and he's a nice guy too.

So tonight my best friend from college, Mike, is coming into town from Florida. He's going to be in one of his fraternity brother's weddings. He is going to stay with me for three nights, originally wanted to stay with me tonight too but I can't take Thurs and Fri off of work and the lady I live with wouldn't want me to leave Mike at my place alone so I'll be meeting him after work tomorrow and taking Friday off. I was in love with Mike for a long time, but he's gay. lol, yeah, you read that right. I finally got over it after years, and it has been a few years since I got over it. We used to be inseparable but we went through some difficult times when I could hardly stand him anymore...kind of sick of each other I guess. We hung out like we were a couple and fought like we were married. An interesting friendship, I guess. :) Anyway, since he's staying with me he's going to be staying in my room. If I didn't have a boyfriend he'd automatically be sleeping in my bed, no second thoughts. But I have a boyfriend...and the boyfriend and I basically decided it wouldn't be appropriate and one of us would sleep on the floor. Well, I've been thinking about it and it seems kind of silly when I have a queen size bed and Mike is GAY. But at the same time I can see my boyfriend's point of view so I was going to discuss it with him tonight when we get together. But who knows if we'll get together now, since he's so TIRED? I don't want to tell Mike it's okay to sleep in my bed without discussing it with the boyfriend, but I certainly don't want to do it via text. And I am refusing to text him today unless he texts me anyway. It's the last night we'll be able to see each other for a few days since Mike's in town and he has a friend coming over because it's the only night the friend could get together. He said he still wanted to see me, but unless he gets a hold of me and asks I'm not going over.

This is certainly my longest blog and enough blabbing for now.

So I haven't written in a while...

...and I have various things on my mind at the moment. However, sleep would probably be in my best interest. Especially since it would take a while if I got into everything that I'm thinking about. So maybe I'll have time to write tomorrow evening...if I can get the cleaning of the room done first. Or maybe steal some time at work tomorrow. Ha.