It took more creamer than normal to cream my coffee to it's desired texture and color this morning, this is concerning. This means one of two things, either a) someone made it ass-strong or b) someone made it with the ass-water that comes out of the tap in the Office Kitchen instead of the water cooler...both will make it ass-coffee. But I will drink it either way because I am a coffee junkie and cannot officially start my day without. That and a shower.
There can never be enough salsa in my refrigerator, I like to scoop it up with pretzels...yum. Salty, spicy. Excellent. I think I am going to ask CMom to pick up 5 gallon jug for me during her next Costco visit.
Max's mood swings are interesting, one moment he is smiling and the tone in his voice is pleasant and his normal self, the next he is sulking and hardly speaks. I'm sure it's just as confusing for him as it is for me.
The guy in the cube next to me sleeps half the day, I wonder how he gets away with that? I'm not joking either, I walk by and it's sort of hard NOT to notice...you know? He's a very nice fella, very intelligent. but I don't get how one can sleep during work hours and it not be an issue? Perhaps he and our supervisor have an arrangement? It wouldn't surprise me, while she's not the most communicative supervisor I've had, she is way cool over all. Speaking of which, I've not seen her assertive-managerly personality come out to strong yet, I did last night boy and she's no joke. It was not directed at me, but there was straight up tension in the office and she wasn't even letting people leave until the job got done. I offered to help, she's like...nope, it's their project, they have to finish. I was like allllrighty then, I'll go on back over here to my cube and code away and listen to the music and stay out of it.
I have so much to do, I feel a little overwhelmed by it. Work, clean house, get dr. appointments made, dentist appointments, get Max's saxaphone..loose 20 lbs....etc.etc...buy a house? Yeah, I'm thinking sooner rather than later. I dunno, maybe. I'd like to not have a car payment AND a house payment, but we'll see. It's fun to think about it anyway:)
I really can't complain about a damn thing and I know it, I feel like a selfish little brat when I read over this and then read the stories and articles of world news and events...displaced Katrina survivors and Rita evacuees trying to save themselves and their important possessions, this idiot Roberts Bush appointed, UGH. There is much going on. Sometimes I don't know how to trust and hold love in my heart when I see so much hatred and violence and ignorance. I suppose it to is part of the cycle, working through the internal and external balances. sigh.
Should get to work, got in early for a reason...peace out all.
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