Couldn’t sleep again. My mental alarm clock went off at 4:30 AM. This time I was fixated on one thing–we’re out of half and half. I just can’t drink my coffee without half and half. Don’t give me that “whitener” shit either. I want Half. And. Half.
I finally got up and, to reduce my carbon footprint, rode my bike to the gas station on hwy 92. It was kind of chilly outside. It was really chilly going 70 MPH. I got home and put my jammies back on as if the trip to the store never happened. I already had the whole bed head thing going on. Helmet head, bed head. Like, who’s going to know?
I’m a bit sore this morning. I worked out with my trainer last night. I now realize that the best remedy for the “don’t feel like working out” blues is to–work out. One session and I was already back into the groove. It really helps to get you motivated…and there was a totally hot guy working out with his buddy. He had nice arms. Sigh… You know, contrary to popular belief, it’s not easy being horny all the time.
But someone’s got to do it.
So I made another appointment for Thursday. I have six sessions left. I think part of getting mentally into working out is to look at it as pampering myself. I’m doing something good that will make me look and feel great. I need to be as excited about a workout as I would getting a massage. Do you think I’ll eventually believe that if I just keep repeating it?
I better get ready for work. I’m not too happy about going to work since I moved offices last week. I had to let go of the dream that I would get the vacant window office. The thought of losing it puts a lump in my throat. I moved into the office next to the server room. Those of you who work with computers know what that means; it’s freezing and noisy. This office has no windows, hard tile flooring and those full-spectrum fluorescent lights so it’s really shiny and white–just like in nature. It’s cold and bright and has those big metal shelves with miscellaneous computer equipment all around.
The decision to move was sort of a knee-jerk reaction to my old office where every time I made the slightest sound, I felt like I was disturbing my disturbed officemate who is easily disturbed. There is one redeeming thing about this whole move. I like my new officemate. He’s smart and helpful and I can learn a lot from him. He’s one of the only people I could share space with but, alas, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in a brightly lit hermetically sealed box–and I can’t see the sun. I fear that whoever does get the coveted window office will inevitably keep the blinds closed. It’s one of the many phenomenons I don’t understand. Sit next to a window and close the blinds blocking out all sunlight. It’s like blasting the air conditioner to 65 degrees. If it was 65 degrees outside, you’d have the heater on. Makes no sense.
God, just blogging about the whole office thing has made me depressed and whiny. I just have to suck it up and shut the fuck up…which is something I’m totally not good at.