Pulling it together

This morning getting out of bed and pulling it together was nothing short of a miracle. In fact I'm still pulling it together.

But it's almost 5 and there's a concert and beer festival on the horizon as well as two full days of time in which to really pull it together (hello badly needed manicure). I leave you with this song, which may or may not have been the only thing that kept me walking to the bus stop this morning and not just falling asleep under a tree. Like I said, rough morning.

Wha--oh

Reason #whatever I miss working from home: The ability to immediately verify that my passport wasn't expired rather than sitting and wondering. Hope that won't be an issue in 5 days when I arrive at the airport...

Best. Lunch. Ever.

because she looks like I feel
My entire team is gone. Off doing some lunch meeting thing or other with some important person or other (clearly I'm real invested) which means I get the next two hours to read blogs, go shopping, take a nap at my desk, update my blog work completely uninterrupted. So what should it be folks? What should I do??

A. Work (pppbbbth)
B. Shop
C. Read blogs
D. Take a nap
E. Update car insurance (hi mom!)
F. Twiddle thumbs and stare at the ceiling.

Le sigh, so many options!

A Paris Hilton kind of a day

Out of these three quotes heard around the office today, two were not said by me. See if you can guess which was:

(In reference to a summer home): “I got Paris Hilton [living] two doors away!”

(Unironically giving business strategy tips): “If you’re not playing offense, you’re losing!”

(In response to spilling $2 Trader Joes soup all over the counter next to a fancy schmancy catered lunch for the People of Power, a.k.a board members): “Well shit”

Guess away people! Guess away!!

(Also, after not hearing about Paris in years today I learned she’s living in Palm Springs AND my computer took me to a “watch celebrity sex tapes for free!!” site where hers started playing automatically and refused to close no matter what I did. What can it all mean?? Besides that my computer is an asshole whose trying to get me fired??)


(picture from here)

Happy Monday!

Big news people! Big news! The coworker with the endless supply of Costco sized redvine containers moved upstairs and is now only a few cubes away!! Squeeel! Hope your Monday's are equally as lovely!(or Tuesday if you live in Japan :))

picture from here why Dolly you ask? well A. she came up when googling joyful and B. it's Dolly. 'nuff said.

Mad Skills

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to this whole working thing.

Before finding myself sitting in cube land listening in to private phone conversations (seriously stick around past five and you can hear all you’ve never wanted to as your coworkers call doctor to discuss “that, ah, thing….it’s itching again”) I worked at home by myself. After being on both sides of the fence I can firmly and unequivocally say, I have no idea which one is better. You see there are such good and bad things to both. So in an effort to show off my newly learned chart making abilities detail my thoughts, I’m going to break down home vs. office working.




Also just a side note: I'm a rockstar with powerpoint, screen shots, and thinking outside the box. The above graphics prove it and no, I won't tell you how long it took.

Awkward Turtle

You know what I hate? When you get busted at work for doing something you can’t explain. Like say, when you need to practice signing a friends name over and over again. (You know, just say).

Of course as soon as you start your boss will decide it is the perfect time to stand by your elbow and give you directions. Then he’ll look down and catch you obsessively filling a notebook with another person’s name. At this point he’ll probably think you’re a lovelorn fourteen year old practicing how her latest crushes name will blend with hers, which is strange enough, since you know, you’re not fourteen anymore. But then things will get real weird when he realizes that the friend in question is a girl and you’re practicing signing her FULL name. So scratch thinking you’re a lovelorn teenager, he then just thinks you’ve either stolen someone’s identity or have split personalities. Either way it’s just awkward for all involved.

pictures from here. It has nothing to do with awkwardness or turtles, it's just crazy trippy.