Fridays and fuzzy bunny slippers

At last, the weekend has arrived. I thought it was Friday on Thursday, which made for the last two work days of this week seem much l o n g e r than I’d hoped, but Friday finally came along and I was armed with my iPod to help assist me with my lagging concentration. I feel like a crow these days… anything shiny (no… it doesn’t even take that) creates an “oh, look! shiny object!” syndrome and distracts me from whatever I’m doing. Let’s just say I’ve been having trouble concentrating on the work at hand. The office has become a fairly noisy place these days, what with a couple of louder co-workers and, sitting right next to a very popular boardroom (people heading to these meetings think they’re in a hotel lobby or something, not at a workplace that requires concentration – of all things!). Or I could blame my lackadaisic attitude on the draw of the sun to the great outdoors, but alas…

So, yesterday afternoon one of the facility folks bought up a round of office chairs for folks to try out and lined them up in front of my desk, which is not a cubicle… I am out in the open, so people may not only walk up to me and ask for directions to the boardroom (which a big brass shiny sign on the wall behind me indicates is right there) or inquire as to where the bathrooms are (which they passed on the left as they came out of the elevators and up the hall), but they may also observe me picking my nose or eating my lunch… in any case, these chairs were lined up for the good folk of our department to test drive so that they could select one that best fits them. I found the whole exercise particularly amusing because this activity was met with such great enthusiasm, and of course being excited, everyone was loudly discussing the pros, cons and otherwise of the proferred selection, and the comfort levels of their derrieres. It was so funny that I thought (out loud to one of the gals: this is funny, I should take pictures!) and was encouraged to do so… so out came my camera and I shot the first photo…

…then the second…

…after which I got such a whithering look from one of the girls that my feelings got hurt and I put away the camera. I tell ya, if arrows could be shot, I’d be a riddled, bloody mess, pinned up to the nearest cubicle wall (yes, some people do get cubicles)…

In any case, I decided at that point to shove my earpieces into my ears and max out the volume of my iPod (while what I really wanted to say was: well, aren’t we being bitchy… can’t you see this is just some harmless fun… I’m documenting a “bonding” moment within our department, and considering that most everybody is always bitching about something or someone, this would certainly be something to commemorate, yes?). I also thought that I just might pull the photo of the offending person into Photoshop and draw on some BIG and FUZZY bunny slippers, but being afflicted with the “I’m a crow… look! shiny object!” syndrome, I’ve lost interest in the whole thing…

I awoke this morning with the urge to run… don’t know what that’s about, but it happens sometimes and I usually ignore it until it passes, but I decided to haul my fat ass out of bed this morning and suit up for the gym instead, shoved the iPod earpieces into my ear and took off. Besides… the birds were freakin’ “cheep”-ing non-stop (in wasn’t “chirp”-ing, which is rather pleasant… this is the pissed off “cheep!”…) and after uncovering them, checking to make sure they had food and water (which I’d refilled late yesterday afternoon anyway), and laying back down, the cheeping continued so I figured I might as well get up.

Argh… I am so out of shape. To emphasize the point, what will be two weeks prior to this Monday, I decided to reorganize the patent files in our file room… some of the shelves laid empty while others were shoved so tight with files that you could barely pull a sucker off of there, so I decided to shuffle the files around. I started around 8:30am and worked straight through ’til about 2:50pm… that’s a lot of bending, scooping, turning the shelving units, pushing the large stack of files onto the next open shelf. It was quite a workout and by the end of the day I was wrecked. In fact, I was hurting through Friday, by which time I could manage to mount and descend the stairs to our apartment building without wincing. I thankfully felt better by the weekend, which is a good thing, considering we spent it in Mammoth.

In any case, I wanted to ride on the coat-tails, so to speak, of having “broken” in my muscles somewhat, but realize now that I’ll be hurting all over again. OH well… especially my biceps, which I can feel the lactic acid congregating in as I type (even with the stretching I did after each machine). I’ve decided to start going every other day and just do the circuit training thing, with 10-15 minutes of cardio. I’m glad that I still remember how to use and adjust the machines, and the proper form for each exercise. I have this “tire” in my middle that I’ve been carrying around for years now… while it serves as a really good floatation device, it also is a great precursor to heart disease, and since my mom keeled over of a massive heart attack (and I already have a congenital heart defect), I figure I’d better get my shit together. I want to be around for long enough to see my grandchild(ren) and actually have them remember me. One of my great sadnesses is that neither my husband or my child ever got to meet my father…

I started working on my “yellow” postcard piece last night and it looks like this so far…

I really like the color and the images I’ve collaged down, but I’m at a stalemate about what else to do to the thing. Time to go stare at it some more…

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