speaking of music and photo booth, here's an old death cab song that i used to love. i bring it up because i can't believe i like a new death cab song.
i have an iced tea problem. no really i do. if it's not iced tea, it's bubbly water.
i also have an i'll throw it out later problem. despite the trash being 1 foot to the right of my desk. mostly because i forget to drink the last 1/4 inch and leave it on my desk for later.
this means that on most days, my desk is littered with a smattering of beverages. today the sugar dev crew headed out for coffee and ethan took one look at my desk and asked if i needed anything, like perhaps more plastic cups. i told him why yes i'm sure i could use some more empty plastic cups (to go with the three on my desk and the two bottles). har har good laugh had at my expense.
but then, to my surprise, when they came back from the coffee run, he had indeed brought a new plastic cup! this one was blue and reusable just like my red one. now i can choose between the mean reds or the blues.
the desk/cup photo which actually has another cup right off frame, and a wine glass too.
you know what else is ridiculous? little v! yesterday was her birthday and she didn't tell a soul. so naturally we had to make up for it today with cupcakes. happy birthday little v! you won't be so sneaky next year!
i bring this up now because lately, my eyes have been killing me. absolutely killing me. it doesn't really help that i sit in front of the computer about 18 hours a day, and that the lighting in our house is really dim (not to mention randomly peachy colored - i blame the ikea bulbs). and that it's been this routine for the last four years.
i used to really want glasses (no really, i wanted them so badly i had a fake pair in college), but now i think the idea sucks.
ps. i got a safety deposit box today. it was sort of random. i was there for other stuff and then the next thing i knew, i was getting a box. i wanted to take a pic in the vault, but they seemed to frown on that idea.
except not today. today was a don't looka me, don't talka me.
i figured, i might as well get some of those things done while i was wide awake, and the next thing i knew it was 4:30. being up that late was beyond stupid, so i crawled back into bed and tried to sleep. that lasted for another 30 minutes, and so i got up to answer non-urgent email. i figured that would surely bore me to sleep, but the next thing i knew, it was 5:45 and i was doing work firedrills. the crisis was averted (sorry for early morning phone calls and emails folks), but now it's 7:30 and far too late (um, early?) to go to bed.
and if you find me under my desk later, just leave me there. thanks.
ps. everytime i mention that i'm up late or early and not getting enough sleep, all my parent friends comment about hey if i had kids, this would be my everyday. i have to say, if you're trying to get me to join your club, you should really work harder on your messaging.
pps. if you haven't already heard, we're giving away an iPad just for blogging three times. so if you haven't already taken OnSugar for a spin, I highly recommend you do.
okay, going to pull my hair out if i don't leave here. nite.
really, it's been that sort of a day. hopefully those kids at 826 don't break me completely! bay-farer 31 begins in 25 minutes! ciao!
there are some other personal work rules after that one, but this one my number one. crying at work is for suckers. don't cry at work. it's not very becoming and it makes you look weak. (there are a few exceptions, say a death of a loved one, but they are rare cases).
outside of work, cry all you want. i don't care. bawl in your beer or your cereal. i do. we all do. those that don't are heartless. people who say they never cry weird me out. that's not human.
i feel pretty strongly about these things. go ahead and cry in public, just not at work, or right outside of work either. the workplace is weird. it's best to leave your tears on the commute.
so as you can imagine, it sort of took me by surprise when i nearly lost it today. eyes closed deep breath practically meditating internal cursing and mentally throwing things at a wall was all i could to do control it.
is everyone's family so full of dramz?