Posts Tagged: office

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.


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.

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.

10-Hour Saturdays Blow.

I am currently sitting on my favorite comfy couch after a very long day. Here’s what I did: Ran around my office like a crazy. Multitasked like a bitch. (How, I wonder, does a bitch multitask?) Dropped an f-bomb in earshot of a 6-year-old because I didn’t realize I was on speakerphone. Hoped for a better Monday. And – the highlight – bought a ticket to see Ray LaMontagne at The Chicago Theatre in December. Soon, I will be drinking this day and other sorrows away (in the company of another person, so I think that’s okay. …Right?). Have a… I’m not done yet.