Random thoughts on a Sunday

Last night my darling hubby threw me a birthday party. Now, it wasn't a surprise party, but it was SO freakin' much fun, I can't even begin to tell you. I wish you all could have been there (if you weren't!) You know a party is rockin' if the cops show up to tell you to turn it down. =) As you might have noticed from a couple of my recent posts, I've been kinda reflective & sorta down on this birthday. After last night, I can tell you that I have some of the best group of friends a girl formerly from Indiana could ever hope for. Honestly, I have a serious case of the warm-fuzzies today. It's pretty cool. So for those of you who read the blog who were there, Thank You. You made this birthday for me.

Ok, I'm done being squishy for now. I'm gonna go have a nap. =)

Another year passes - time for some cliff-jumping

As I turn the page on another year on this mortal coil, I'm sitting here thinking: Wow, where the hell did that year go!? It never ceases to amaze me that the older I get, the faster the time rolls on. Why is that?? Why, as a child, did it seem like forEVER until summer vacation/Christmas/birthdays/High School/College arrived, & now, no matter what I do, the time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'...? sigh So I've decided to get serious about some changes. REAL changes this time. Because, frankly, I kinda like this life. I love my family & friends, & I wanna be around to enjoy them.

So, yeah... here I go.

You may refer to me as The Warrior Princess...

SMIRK

Your Celebrity Boob Twin:

Lucy Lawless

Who's Your Celebrity Boob Twin?

Hrmmmmm.....

Does this mean I'm related to Rob Zombie? Or that I should have been in White Zombie?

Your Rockstar Name Is...

Vanilla Zombie

What's Your Rockstar Name?

Inspirations

I was poking around online this evening & decided to check out the Star Trib to see if there was any interesting news. Sure enough, there was a story on there that caught my eye. It was the story of Scott Cutshall, the "Large Fella on a Bike", who in the span of just under 3 years has gone from 501 pounds to 232 pounds. How'd he do it? By riding a custom-built bike from Minneapolis, & a new daily menu of 1250 calories. You can read the whole story here.

Every journey begins with one step. Sometimes it's all about getting up the courage to jump off the ledge.

Work is highly overrated.

I'm going through a period of disenchantment with my work. I like what I do (for the most part), & there's a lot of variety. However, since the first of the year I've been working with a new group, the dreaded "Beltsville" location, & they have become nothing but a complete thorn in my side. I have no idea how this company stayed afloat. Even though we have the exact same systems, they did everything manually, billing their customers from Excel spreadsheets. Now, this in & of itself isn't necessarily a bad thing, except for the fact that the data they put into Excel was the EXACT SAME INFORMATION that comes from the system, just arranged differently. I am BEYOND frustrated.

Yesterday I feel was my breaking point however. I wasn't feeling well, I was getting a very bad cold with a massive headache, & I had to get into an argument with a customer on the phone. Well, "had to" probably isn't correct, but I'm so tired of kissing these peoples' asses for no good reason. I'm fed up. So I've mentioned (via email today) to my supervisor that I wanted to talk to him tomorrow about this. He then responded that he "wanted to talk to me too". *sigh* So now I'm fully expecting to get yelled at tomorrow. But right now, I really don't give a flying fuck. At this point I'm more than ready to go work at Starbucks, or Caribou, or Barnes & Noble. I'm tired of being in a cube farm, & I'm tired of stressing out about work even though I know I do a very good job & work very hard yet still get shit on.

Would you like whipped cream on that?

Nothing important, really.

I don't really have any earth-shaking to impart upon you tonight, nothing new really to report, other than the fact that I think my luck has finally run out, & I'm getting this "sludge" that every one else has. As I type this, I'm running a low-grade fever (100), & basically feel like complete ass. I want to go to bed, but I'm in the middle of Jericho, which as you that know me understand is one of my favorite shows. So I will wait, & then I will go pass out on Nyquil (or at least the Tylenol equivalent).

Hope everyone is having a good week!