Posts Tagged: job

The Day That Time Forgot.

Or, more accurately, the day that I forgot. I’ve made it my goal this year to post one blog a day. It wasn’t part of some bloggity thing; it was, however, my attempt to force myself to write. To stick to something. To hone… whatever the hell it is I’m doing here. Yesterday, I ran a 5k. I did that in 42:09 with an average pace of 13:34 per mile. Considering the amount of time I spent wanting to die after not running at all since the marathon, I’d say that was pretty good. When I got home, I took… I’m not done yet.

Diet Coke Tastes More Like The Ramblings of A Crazy Person.

As I sit here and stare at four cans of half-drunken Diet Coke, I can’t help but think that maybe I went wrong somewhere in my life. Like that maybe Diet Coke should have been Diet Dr. Pepper, so then I could use that slogan to say, “No, nothing’s wrong, because Diet Coke tastes like regular Coke, but not the stuff that you snort up your nose, because that would signify a real problem… and it is a problem, just not for me.” Because it isn’t, despite what these ramblings suggest. I got the ball rolling on home-life productivity today;… I’m not done yet.

Ahhhcomplishment.

And with it, comes the realization that: 1) I don’t have a life. 2) I think I really need to start working out on a regular basis. 3) It pains me to say that. Today I spent 3.5 hours finishing up paperwork at work. While it feels good to have things to scratch off the to-do list, I can’t help but think that days off could be spent more wisely. Like watching things on Netflix. And eating chips. You know? I did some grocery shopping and I’m hoping that it’ll last me until my next paycheck. The goal here is… I’m not done yet.

I found a song I love.

It’s by Damien Rice and it’s called “Volcano.” It reminded me that when I have money again I should spend some of it on music.   BUT I WON’T BECAUSE THAT IS NOT FINANCIALLY RESPONSIBLE, AMANDA. But still. I’ll probably spend to get that song, because I liked it so. P.S. Thank God I get paid tomorrow so that I can watch it disappear rapidly. Have a good night, everyone.

Slow It Down, October.

October, you’re interesting already. The marathon is in six days and I have worried 10,000 times about getting run over by a car, someone sneezing in my general direction, listening to music so much that I get sick of sound, eating, eating, eating and eating. JUST TODAY. My friend and co-worker is moving to Texas, so I’ve spent the majority of today looking over resumes and e-mails. They all give me a headache. I wish there was a filter button to sort the top resumes from the rest. And yes, I know there’s supposed to be that accented e, but… I’m not done yet.