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?