Stressing

The past two weeks have been crazy hectic at work. The weekend can't come soon enough, though it's looking like rest isn't in the cards. I'm not complaining. I think that I need fun more than I need sleep.

I wish I had something better to post on here, but I'm just so tired. I'm completely lacking creativity and motivation.

I'll end this post with something that I stumbled across on The Chive this weekend that had me cracking up. I can't even look at it without bursting out laughing, and I'm typically a silent laugher...

LMAO. DONE.

Tiny Tuesday Tragedies

I like alliteration. Please don't confuse my mildly unfortunate circumstances for real tragedies.

Now that we've clarified that, a recap of my less-than-stellar day, parenthesized by little glimmers of hope from Monday and my upcoming Wednesday:

First week of the month means partner yoga, which means lots of pictures and interesting new poses!



So much fun!

Tuesday was much less fun, but at least we got to decorate some Christmas ornaments as a "team-building exercise." I think we all just got high on Sharpies and that's why we were laughing and smiling while talking about funding cuts and more work to be done.

I wished for happiness and warm weather. We had to keep it PG.

I also lost my one trivia night today. Part of me is glad because it wasn't worth the headache to deal with those people, but I could have used the extra $60 every week. Looks like I'm back to being broke. Wah.

On the bright side, at least I could go back to Tuesday night yoga fusion...foiled again. Partner yoga fusion resulted in a 5lb weighted ball being dropped on my face and slamming my head into the floor. Holy headache. 

To end this negative rant, I bring you Chloe the Christmas pup!

All I can say is that I am so glad I took Wednesday off work. Having vacation time to waste is nice, especially in times of high stress, overall bad moods in the office, and an insane, long day booked for Thursday with a dreaded meeting and Christmas caroling. Starbucks, Christmas shopping with my friend, and a mini-break from work will make for a wonderful Wednesday. 

Psst, see what I did there? Alliteration again ;)

All I want is a little respect and some sleep. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently so.

Tuesday was not a pleasant experience for me. Nothing majorly awful, but just constant annoyances that really gave me a huge headache and resulted in a sleepless night, along with terrible dreams. I woke up in a panic after dreaming that my mom died of a heart attack, and my dadwas stabbed in the stomach, who then turned into my youngest sister, all American Horror Story style. Looking back on the dream this morning, it was actually kind of funny in some ways considering how ridiculous it was, but my sense of humor doesn't register in at 3am. I will say that I liked my unintentionally revolutionary idea to have 911 call centers Facetime callers to visually assess the severity of emergency situations would probably benefit a lot of people...butttttt for this to work, everyone would need an iPhone. Nightmares are flawed.

Other annoyances of Tuesday include:

• State budget cuts
• Arriving to host trivia and having no one in the restaurant, then having the owners make me wait over an hour, only to yell at me to start asking random questions to no one. I'm sorry, but it is NOT my fault that you are not getting people into YOUR establishment on a Tuesday night. I do what I can to promote, but it is your business and your job to draw people in. Oh, and giving me a really hard time about paying me AGAIN is not cool. That is both my pay and the company's pay. I arrived, I set up, and I stayed late to host trivia at your request. How dare you try to tell me and the company your hired to leave empty-handed. It's just so unprofessional.
• My highly unsatisfying dinner of a Recharge Peanut & Caramel 100 calorie bar and 1/2 bag of roasted chickpeas. While delicious as a small snack, it does not suffice for a meal. 

Snacks ≠ dinner. This made me cranky.

To avoid being completely negative, I did manage to successfully drive one of these bad boys around Cranston:

 Bubble-top transvan, baby! Riding in style!










Yeah, much different from my precious little Ford Fiesta. I was so uncomfortable operating that van. Talk about a major size difference.

Oh, Miguel Corona Ricardo Guacardo Avocardo, how I love you.

Wouldn't he be so cute with a mustache? I need to find one of those magnetic ones for the front bumper. Any advice on where to get one would be much appreciated :)