Saturday, August 21, 2010

The People at Work

Sadly, my coworkers brother passed away last week. Though expected and anticipated - death is never welcome. Understandably, she took the rest of the week off. My boss and I (okay, so really just my boss - though I supported the idea 100%) decided to send her some flowers to express our condolences. She called and ordered the flowers and left them a message to add to the card - pretty standard proceedure.
Well, on the way to lunch Friday, another coworker asked if we had sent flowers to Stacy. We said yes and then questioned why she was asking. She said she talked to Stacy the day before just to see how she was holding up and Stacy said she had received a beautiful boquet of flowers but the card was simply signed from "The people at work".
Obviously Stacy was a little confused as there are a LOT of 'people at work' and she wasn't quite sure which people the card was referring to. We got a great laugh out of it. James, one of the 'people at work' said he will forever sign his cards like that. "From the person who is your husband" or "From the person who is your son". I think that is a great idea! And, I think maybe the 'people at the flowershop' were not native English speakers...

Well, I hope you all have a great day!
The person who is your friend

Monday, August 2, 2010

Runnin', Runnin', Runnin', Runnin'

My dear roommate Melissa decided to start running every morning. I decided I should feel morally obligated to run with her. This is how that worked out for me last week.

Monday morning I was going to run with her. The alarm went I turned it off and went back to sleep. Monday night I went to the store and bought new clothes so I had no excuse not to go running with her in the morning. I was totally pumped and completely motivated. I was even going to bed early! Then she broke the sad news to me....she was only running Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So...I slept in the next morning.

Wednesday ... the alarm went off. My motivation rolled over and went back to I followed it's example.

Thursday... I was totally pumped to go running again... but it wasn't a running day, so I slept in.
Thursday night I bought a five-hour energy shot (which I have never taken before) so I could take it when the alarm went off at 6:15 and I was sure I would be pacing at the door by the time Melissa was ready to go running.

Friday morning...the alarm went off. I don't even really remember turning off the alarm and going back to sleep. I just remember waking up much later than the time Melissa left to go running.

So, I have come to two conclusions: 1- I hate running. I REALLY hate running because 2- even subconsciously I am trying to sabotage my exercise efforts!