So this week started off with horribly cold, wet and grey weather. This morning I wake at the crack of dawn and get up stretching sleepily, muttering to myself (in my mind).
I feel yucky. To elaborate, I feel miserably sick and tired and I roll the idea of calling in to work and telling them to make do without me. As that ball of thought rolls around my head, it seems to clear out any traces of sleep-induced cobwebs, and thus my mind refocusses with a new realization of the situation.
"What are you thinking?" I asked myself. "You, my sexy friend, are superwoman. You are not sick. You can't be sick. What are you doing thinking such cowardly, weak thoughts? Get up and be a woman!"
So I drag myself to the washroom and in the middle of some awesome teeth-brushing, the power goes out.
In the aftermath of my little pep-talk, I choose to ignore this strange occurence without a second thought, and continue to brush my teeth and finish up all the while in the the confines of that box of pitch-black darkness. Reaching for the soap and cleanser with adept acuity, I congratulate myself on my ability to establish self-fulfilling prophecies.
Then comes the shower. I open the door and let the lights from the outer windows peep through. Do I really want to do that in the darkness? I shrug, what other choice do I have? If I'm going to work I don't mean to reach there late. I tell myself that the power will come back at the count of 10.
I turn on the taps and begin my countdown. As I reach 1, the lights go on, yes please. I gently kick the door shut again.
Later, sitting at my desk and working away in beautiful silence, the phone rings. The receptionist tells me "Hi its me. IQ part 2 is here."
"HUH?!" I respond.
"Yes, IQ2 is here."
"My SISTER?! What is she doing here?!" I hang up and head down to the entrance. And lo and behold, my family decided to drop by and visit me in my glorified workplace because they were in the area.
I tell them hold on, and I zip back to my floor, grab my sidebag, and let the others know they are to cope without me and hold the fort.
So I take them out to get coffee while I explained the dynamics of what my work entails - or as much as I could without having to kill them.
And the day isn't even half done yet. Why didn't I just stay home?
*Yawn*
I feel yucky. To elaborate, I feel miserably sick and tired and I roll the idea of calling in to work and telling them to make do without me. As that ball of thought rolls around my head, it seems to clear out any traces of sleep-induced cobwebs, and thus my mind refocusses with a new realization of the situation.
"What are you thinking?" I asked myself. "You, my sexy friend, are superwoman. You are not sick. You can't be sick. What are you doing thinking such cowardly, weak thoughts? Get up and be a woman!"
So I drag myself to the washroom and in the middle of some awesome teeth-brushing, the power goes out.
In the aftermath of my little pep-talk, I choose to ignore this strange occurence without a second thought, and continue to brush my teeth and finish up all the while in the the confines of that box of pitch-black darkness. Reaching for the soap and cleanser with adept acuity, I congratulate myself on my ability to establish self-fulfilling prophecies.
Then comes the shower. I open the door and let the lights from the outer windows peep through. Do I really want to do that in the darkness? I shrug, what other choice do I have? If I'm going to work I don't mean to reach there late. I tell myself that the power will come back at the count of 10.
I turn on the taps and begin my countdown. As I reach 1, the lights go on, yes please. I gently kick the door shut again.
Later, sitting at my desk and working away in beautiful silence, the phone rings. The receptionist tells me "Hi its me. IQ part 2 is here."
"Yes, IQ2 is here."
"My SISTER?! What is she doing here?!" I hang up and head down to the entrance. And lo and behold, my family decided to drop by and visit me in my glorified workplace because they were in the area.
I tell them hold on, and I zip back to my floor, grab my sidebag, and let the others know they are to cope without me and hold the fort.
So I take them out to get coffee while I explained the dynamics of what my work entails - or as much as I could without having to kill them.
And the day isn't even half done yet. Why didn't I just stay home?
*Yawn*
