I'm too calm...

I have a ridiculous amount of work to do and it will increase exponentially next week. I'm too calm. I should be stressing. I'm not. So I say

1. God is good
and
2. I'm scheduling my nervous breakdown for Thursday afternoon. That way it won't get too much in the way. I should be fine by Friday and Saturday.

Anyone care to join me?

In Honor of Administrative Professionals Day...

You know you're a secretary when...

1. You see a page of labels and immediately wonder what their Avery # is.
2. You get really excited about pads of blank paper.
3. You eat your lunch in double-time, usually at your desk.
4. You sing because you found extra little plastic tabbies for hanging file folders.
5. You go super-nova because someone moved your pen.
6. You get super-excited about a database that can track not only attendance and birthdays but who is going on which retreat and how much they owe you.
7. You are as sweet as can be on the phone but curse like a sailor at the copier machine.
8. You have some form of edible substance (food, drink, or candy) in your desk drawer, on your desk, or somewhere close by.
9. You have a really big calendar covered in to-dos.
10. You get served breakfast one Wednesday in April just for showing up to work every day and doing what they tell you to.

What's a girl to do?

Addition: from my friend Christy:
"You know you're a secretary when you are more protective of your masking tape and scissors than your best friend."

Lunch

I sometimes wish that lunch were not a necessity. Wouldn't it be nice if all our bodies needed was breakfast, dinner, and maybe a snack or two? Tea anyone?

But, alas, we require lunch...at least I do (along with second breakfast, elevensies, afternoon tea)...and today all I had was this frozen rice bowl thing.

In order to be edible, my lunch requires 50 minutes in a 400 degree oven or 5 minutes in the microwave.

Is anyone else disturbed by this???

My "crap" day

It lasted all of 30 minutes.

My day started out beautifully. The weather was gorgeous, I was in a skirt, I knew what I was eating for lunch. I was happy. I was looking forward to the sunshine at lunchtime and an evening tentatively planned. Then my plans got "canceled" (how can you cancel plans you didn't make?), and things at my job got irritating, and I had two meetings to go to, and I wasn't going to be home until 9, and I suddenly heard myself saying: "today is just a bad day."

I took time to complain about it to a friend on the phone when she called for other reasons, and I realized when I hung up with her that all I was basing my "crappy" day on was my attitude. That was all that had really changed. I truly had nothing to complain about. I was disappointed about my altered evening plans, but there was nothing I could do.

When my day suddenly became "bad", the sun was out and the air was warm, I was getting things done, I was preparing to eat my favorite meal. Things were only bad because I was choosing to be upset. So I made another decision: I snapped out of it. Who wants to have a "crap" day when there are so many nice days to be had? And the sun was still shining.