Weekend Review {3/26}

FRIDAY

No class for Leadership Day meant that I went to work like a normal adult.  I finally have tasking, which is delightful.  I worked on my things and then left at 2 to get my hairs did.

Since she didn't have time for a color when I got it cut a few weeks ago, I scheduled an appointment for Friday.  I showed her my Pinterest board and we agreed on colors after she commented, "You're all over the place." 

Well, yes.  Regarding color.  Not about the style of coloring I wanted.  This is important later.

My board almost all ombre styles with a "natural" color at the roots to about halfway down and then the color starts.

Party started.

Final results.

It took me about 24 hours to realize that what I had come home with was NOT exactly what I wanted.  Granted, I like the color, but there is no ombre.  It is just burgundy/red/magenta/whatever you want to call this color.  She put a darker color at the roots, but I think she missed the part where it was supposed to go to about halfway down before the crazy red started.  It's complicated and I'm having a hard time telling myself that I should go back and be like... How did we go from what I showed you on my pinterest board to THIS (i.e. my head)?  I know I should go tell her.. but it's not overly worth it for me to complain about it and it's not that bad (which shouldn't be something I'm saying about a service I paid for (we won't talk about exactly how much it was, mmkay?)).  Additionally, I don't want to pay to have it fixed.  While I really get along well with my hair dresser, I'm about to be in the market for another if this is the trend. 

The first thing I told Liz when I sat down was that I didn't like how short she had made the layers in my hair during the cut 2 weeks ago.  But the thing about hair is that once you cut it, you have to let it grow back and there's nothing you can do about it.  Technically, this color is strike 3 since the first color I had her do was completely unnoticeable (EVEN TO HER).  IDK.  This is why I have hair dresser trust issues.  Someone people give me good advice because I don't not like it, but I don't love it and well.. I'm moderately non-confrontational about shit like this because it's just hair and it will grow back, but how does it go from 95% of the pictures on my pinterest board to a full crazy red color?  We are obviously having some miscommunication issues.

A mabillionty hours later, I made it home about 30 seconds after Teh German had arrived home.  Teh German said he liked the color and I couldn't tell if he was being nice or not, but I accepted the compliment (knowing how much I paid helped accept the compliment).  I had seen Teh AF Maintainer (ret.) walking his dogs on my way home and asked if he wanted to go to dinner with us.  He accepted and I told him we'd figure out a place and let him know.

We ended up going to The Workshop, which is like a food court.  We all ended up eating at the mexican place and it was good, except that my food was too spicy for me.. so that was fun.

Did get to see these sexy pants....

Dat velour assssss and dem mules.
/slayyyyyy

I'm just not hipster enough for today's youth.  In fact, it was a big deal on Saturday when I wore jeans out instead of gym pants after threatening Teh German that I was, in fact, planning to wear my gym pants out.  It's complicated.

After we got home from dinner, we came home to a slaying.

Poor Lamp Chop.  She recently underwent surgery and she's already back in the laundry room awaiting Dr. Teh Megan to repair her brains.  We weren't home for long before we headed over to Teh PT House to hang out for a bit.  Husbands smoked cigars while Wives puzzled.

Eventually, we headed home and it was bedtime.

SATURDAY

Saturday I intended on going to The Citadel to watch all the fun celebration things, but ended up staying in bed until 11.  I saw an email from Victoria's Secret (VS) about my bras being $25 and underwear being 10/$35 and I knew what I needed to do.  I also had planned on accomplishing the grocery shopping... like physically going into the store, which was serious.  Teh German needed to go by the dive shop to take a picture for and get his open water card.  I asked if he wanted to come with me to VS and for grocery shopping and he said yes.  And as I was completely ready to go, he was getting in the shower....

My approximate reaction.

I went downstairs to eat to stave off hangar and went back upstairs.  There was no expeditiousness in Teh German's attitude.  Teh German Time had struck.  FML.  Since I knew Teh German needed to eat, I went ahead and jumped in the shower (which I had bypassed since I was trying to get to VS before all the good undies were purchased).  I yelled to Teh German when I got out of the shower that when I got downstairs, he better be ready to leave.

Can we talk about how incredibly frustrating it is when someone who is always rushing you because STUFF AND THINGS DAMMIT.. and then when YOU are trying to get somewhere, they're like "Dooot-de-doooo.. I got all day."  And then.. they have the nerve to say, "What's the rush?!" 

UNDERWEAR!  10/$35 IS THE DAMN RUSH.  And you realize how ridiculous that sounds, but you'd have already been there by now if you'd hadn't been nice and invited Husband along to the panty party... /facepalm.

Anyways.. we finally got there and there was a very limited selection of prints in my style (bikini, thanks for asking) and then limit it to my size and well, I ended up with some uglies.  Whatever.  I also picked up a front-closing bra!!  I Snapped about it, because I almost lost my mind when I saw it.  I actually tried it on and everything.  We'll see how it works out.  I bought one because Lawd knows I miss my front clasp bra from my teenage years.  I won't get started on back closures on bras, but I am still baffled about WHY women's clothes aren't designed to be functional in any regard (i.e. back clasps and no fucking pockets).

Some lady had her dog in the store and that was kinda cool.
Super adorable, well behaved, 8 month old Pit.

After VS, we headed to the dive shop for Teh German.  He got his stuff taken care of and discussed his advanced dives with a divemaster because I've been harassing him about it (because I will leave his ass on the shore, #notsorry, if he doesn't have his proper dive quals).

#SunroofHairs #dontcurr

We were headed to the grocery store and I told Teh German that we could go to the store on Sunday since it was supposed to rain.  It was a gorgeous day on Saturday and Teh German had wanted to ride.  He accepted this and we headed home.  He worked on Bob and "synced the carbs" whatever the fuck that means, and then came inside and seemed completely unmotivated.  I asked if he wanted to ride and he was indecisive. 

Finally, he said he'd rather be lazy.  So we made dinner and had planned to watch some Vikings.  30 seconds after we had finished eating dinner, Teh SC German texted Teh German asking if we wanted to meet at Red's.  Teh German was being wishy-washy about it, but I finally pushed him over the edge when I told him we could ride the bikes, which would limit his drinking.  He was confused at first and then I explained that if we drove a vehicle, he'd drink a lot of beer and we'd be out super late and he'd feel like garbage the next morning.. and he agreed to go and ride the bikes. 

We left about 15 minutes later.  The man can't get out of the house when I'm in a hurry though.  Just imagine an extremely "not impressed" face, because that was my reaction.  Did I say anything?  No.  Because #GoodWife.  We made it to Red's without incident.  Teh SC Teacher and Teh SC German were already there and we waited on 2 others to join us.  Since we had already eaten dinner, I had a dessert (which was disappointing) and a beverage.  Teh German had a beer and some coconut skrimpies (known to normal people as: shrimp).

After everyone was done eating, they wanted to head out to the bar, but we tapped out and headed home.  Since we were on the bikes, we knew we didn't want to do any more drinking and it was also dark out and we wanted to get home before the drunks decided to start driving themselves home.

When we got home, we put on stretchy pants and landed on the couch for some Vikings and, for me, homework.

SUNDAY

Sunday, I took dog duty and got up to feed the dogs.  I briefly considered going on a run and it was raining, so I passed.  Instead, I stayed up and worked on homework.  Teh German eventually came downstairs.  I did have good intentions of going to the store, but it was 11:30 and Teh Builder texted and said she would deliver the guest room dresser since I was concerned it wouldn't fit in the back of Yurtle and I didn't want to put it in the back of the truck while it was raining.  Her ETA was 1pm.  Kinda when I needed to be at the store. 

While I waited on her, I burned some time.  I was made an administrator on our neighborhood Facebook page, so I did some housecleaning for the group and then decided to get off the computer.  Teh German had started working on immigration paperwork and I asked if he was busy and he said yes, sooooo I went upstairs and moved the dresser from the Guest Room to First Child Room by myself (#GirlPower) to make room for the incoming dresser.  I also swapped out curtains in First Child Room and put the old First Child Room curtains downstairs in the dining room, which was an adventure because I'm short.  I reminded myself that if I was single, I'd be doing all these things myself anyways, so it was a nice reminder that I can still do all these things all by myself.

I didn't have time to shower by that point, but Teh Builder arrived soon after.  She got to experience Teh German and I at our worst (i.e. working together to carry anything up the stairs + Teh German was already moody because he was doing paperwork which just so happened to be immigration paperwork, which I cannot help with (because it actually makes ZERO sense to me but not because I'm unwilling, and it makes me understand why immigration is so complicated and fucked up)) and she ended up having to help Teh German get the dresser the rest of the way upstairs. 

I had been worried the dresser was going to be too long and we'd have to rearrange the furniture, but the size was perfect for the area.  NBD, #LikeABoss.

I want to make some map themed knobs for it, but in the meantime, Teh Builder found some brushed chrome knobs for it.  I lurve it.  The grey is a metallic, distressed color and the blue is also slightly distressed.  When I first came up with this idea, it sounded sketchy to a few people, but everyone loves the way it turned out.  This is a common theme in my life, which makes me happy.

After Teh Builder headed out, I ordered the groceries online because #LazyAF. 

After ordering the groceries, Teh German informed me that if I was going to shower, I should go do that... sooooo I went upstairs and showered.
 

Me to Teh Running Bestie and Teh Sister:
Murder, hair dye, or both?
We'll never know.

and then no one responded for like a millionty years (30 minutes) and I had to explain that they were witnessing genius.

We were car pooling with Teh PT Husband and Wife at 3:30 for Teh Dental Hygienist's surprise birthday dinner at California Dreaming.  I was out of the shower by 3:03.  I watched the minutes tick by and it was after 3:15 when Teh German finally came upstairs and started getting ready.  Teh German Time was reallllllllll this weekend, Gentle Readers.  I was completely ready by 3:23 and I was standing around in the kitchen just waiting on Teh German to come down.

I used the spare time to be ready to walk out the door.  I muzzled Pax and told Alexa to play music for the them.  All Teh German had to do was grab his wallet and put on shoes once he got downstairs.  I purposely was standing around waiting on him, not starting to do anything because I knew if I drug my feet just a little bit, I'd have to hear it. 

Teh German had been in a pissy mood all day and he was trying to rush me out the door and I finally said, "Stop, come here."  He was irritated (as expected) and I finally asked, "What is your problem?"  He said he was frustrated from the paperwork.  I then gently reminded him, "Then, I am NOT your problem."  He responded, "I know."  I said, "Taking out your frustration on me is not ok just because he's frustrated at something else."  He acknowledged me and we headed out the door where our PT Taxi was waiting in the driveway.

Teh German was super quiet for the entire evening.  We definitely surprised Teh Dental Hygienist.  It was awesome.  Our service wasn't actually that great, but the food was delicious, as expected.

Teh Neighbor Besties!

When we got home, I agreed to some Vikings while I attempted some Photoshop homework.  Double exposure editing is kicking my ass and I hate it.  I want to do cool things, but it's just not for me.  I'm about to just download some stock images and do exactly like what was in the video instead of trying to do the project with my own photos, since I know that using my own photos isn't going to get me any extra points. 

After several episodes, it was finally bedtime.  I got very little homework accomplished.  Of course.

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Overall, a decent weekend.  Teh German was pretty moody, so that put a damper on things, but we had fun socializing, so that was positive.  Sometimes, life has to be just meh so other times can be HELLA AWESOMEEE!

This week includes:
-Another sex ed bio lab.  /wrist
-Teh Advising Sister arrives on Friday and we're gonna do things!  Like go downtown so she can peruse the "merchandise" and have brunch and go to an adult toy party.  Seriously, be jelly.
-Laundry.  The Laundry Fairy had such a good run of staying on top of the laundry and then she just petered out.  Makes since because the Dishes Gnome went on strike this weekend.  The Gnome finally reappeared Sunday evening (Thank God because all the dishes in the sink was almost unbearable for me).  The Laundry Fairy made a fly by last night and sorted the laundry and started a load, but didn't make more of a commitment than that.  She might get that shit done this week.  We'll see.
-Hopefully the cleaning crew came today.  If they didn't, they are probably fired.  I'm over this shit.
-I will finish Year of Yes and hopefully stop spontaneously crying every time Shonda talks about Cristina's last episode.  There was a chapter pretty much dedicated to Cristina and when Shonda repeats Cristina's last lines, there were tears.  YALL, I WAS CRYING AT WORK.  Cristina is everything I want to be but in real life and sans the tequila.  I tear up anytime I hear the version of "Where Does the Good Go?" from that episode.  Judge me.  #DontCurr.

And he dies in the next season.
Convenient.

Happy end of March, Gentle Readers!

Humpday Confessions #8

Dear Weather,
Please get your shit straight as I'm over this headache and I started my 1/2 marathon training this week and it's just not working out.  Also, ouch, training.
 

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Confessions:

-I've wanted it to be Wednesday all week just so I could post this blog.  I have started feeling this way every week since I started doing Kathy's link up.  I wish I was kidding, but I'm not.  #bloggerproblems

-I have a genre in my iTunes for just Disney.  Sorry not sorry.

-Part of my job is "motivating" people to renew their security clearances.  It's also the WORST part of my job.  I ALWAYS send a detailed list of directions to each individuals and yet 80ish% of individuals still manage to NOT read the directions and do it incorrectly, causing themselves, and more importantly, ME, more work.  I'm over it.  I'm sooooo, sooooo, soooooooooooo over it.  Why do I bother to write the instructions and send them (sometimes several times) if people continually fail to follow them?  I'm happy to take any suggestions to make my life easier and get people to follow the damn directions.  Anyone got anything???

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-Sometimes, I stumble upon a new blog from some of the linkups I do and I'm all like YAY! new blog to follow.. Then I keep reading and realize that they are too lazy to use the shift button to capitalize letters and choose to ignore most of the rules of grammar and I just can't.  Sorry not sorry.  Not capitalizing the letter "i" when you are speaking of yourself is just not something I can handle.  You can mess up a their/there/they're or a your/you're every now and then.  I'm accepting of faults.  I personally over use the "...".  I fucking love "..."  because I feel like that's how my brain thinks.  Everything is a continuation of the previous sentence.  And sometimes, things are in my head in all caps.  It is what it is.  But there is never anything in all lower case though.  No.  Just no. 

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-I've started making "to-do" lists when I get to work in the morning of all the things I need to accomplish.  This is actually quite helpful so I don't get distracted by all the internets for the entire workday and then fail to accomplish any work, which actually rarely happens, but I did spend a majority of Friday morning catching up on a huge thing that I'd been putting off because I didn't want to deal with it.  For good reason, since it sparked the 2nd confession rant.

-After breakfast nap is my favorite time with the dogs.  I love when Meri snuggles with me.  I love when Phil is completely relaxed.  I love when Olive is calm.  I love when Miley roaches.  It's so quiet and I forget how much of a terrorist Meri and Olive can be.  I forget about Phil's bad breath.  I love watching them have dreams where their eyes and feet and sometimes tails get twitchy and hearing them "talk" in their sleep.  They are so motivational (as in, watching them makes me want to take a nap too).

-Talking to the right person can make a particularly horrible day much, much, much better.  If not for the entire day, at least temporarily, which is all that matters.

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-I'm over seeing crap about Orange is the New Black.  I tried watching the first episode and couldn't get into it.  Apparently I should try again so I, too, can be a fan girl?  But seriously people, just watch it quietly like you were doing before.  It's better that way for everyone.

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-Often, when I use the downstairs bathroom, I make faces to myself in the mirror while I'm doing my thang.  I think it might be the first bathroom where I could see myself while I am sitting on the toilet.  It's really a fun game.

-I act like a "child" in public apparently (per one of my coworkers).  Probably because I do things like chase people around stores wearing a bra over my clothes or pretend like I'm doing things with items in hardware stores.  Pffth.  My life is fun and doesn't involved getting shitfaced every weekend.  I enjoy being ridiculous in public because I'm making myself laugh, if not everyone else who is getting to experience my ridiculousness.  Yes, my actions might be "childish" but I'm fully aware of what I'm doing.  I don't have anyone to impress but myself and I think I'm awesome.

-I find it slightly humorous when I see an Asian person driving a Honda Civic... or maybe I'm just stereotyping.

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-I felt like this post wasn't complete without a Loki gif.  Sorry not sorry.

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Friday, I can haz?

A not bad, bad day.

Do you ever just have those days when you're like, "YEAH!  I'm gonna make this day my bitch!"  And then that day owns you?

That was me on Friday.  I drove straight up the gate like a boss because it was apparently CWS Friday for all.the.people (compressed work schedule, where they work extra hours M-H then get Friday off.  I'd never heard of it till I arrived at Pax, and it blew.my.mind.  I can haz?).  No wait at the gate?  It was bound to be a good day.  I was even extra EARLY.  Normally I'm on time.  I was, accidentally, 15 minutes early Friday.  Mind=blown.

I spent the morning catching up on email tasking and avoiding my big dreaded task, reviewing completed SF-86s.  Finally, out of other things to do, I even did the muster to avoid having to review these files, I signed in.  Out of the 5 cases I had to review, only ONE individual did it correctly.  That means 80% of people did it wrong.

Here's my problem with this situation, Gentle Readers:

I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm quite... descriptive.  I'm also very blunt (unless I'm purposely being vague, but at least I warn you first).  I like to get shit done right, the first time, every time.  I don't have time for your games or your bullshit or your stupid questions.

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So, since answering a questionnaire about your life seems to be one of the most impossible tasks anyone that works with/for the DoD has ever done, I made up some directions.  Ok, actually, my predecessors had some really shitty directions that I elaborated on and made more specific so it was hard to misunderstand.  Except that.. No one reads my freakin' instructions.  The instructions that I send to every.single.individual who has to fill out this questionnaire.  Nope, they just: TL;DR (too long; don't read), delete.

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I explain in the directions how to set up an account and what to try if you are unable to set up an account on the first try, which works every.single.time.  Then I list out things to remember when filling out this form:
-Read ALL the directions (even the form says this first thing at the very top, how could I not put that?)
-Don't have time gaps in the residence and employment activities section (because you have to have lived somewhere period (even if it was on the street or in a car) and if you weren't employed you have to state that you were unemployed).
-Don't repeat references in any place on the form (each residence and employment asks for someone who could verify that you did what you are saying you did and there's a section for relatives, the instructions on the form say don't repeat people, I'm not sure why someone would think it's ok to list their Mom for every reference...)
-List out ALL duty stations under employment activities (because apparently people think their only job in the navy has been at VX1, even if they've been in for 20 freakin' years)

I also detail how to sign the forms and how to get them back to us so we can process the paperwork.  I list the email address they should send information to and I give the web address they have visit to complete the process.  I even tell them the last button they need to click to make sure the form gets put in the system.

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I'm concise.  I've had several people read the directions and say that my directions are clear.  Yet, I have people that get upset when I recycle their paperwork because they repeated references or they "worked at VX1 for the past 20 years."  I have people who call me telling me they don't understand how to do things.  I had an O-5 at my command ask me questions that are definitely covered in the directions and when I asked him if he had read the directions I had sent, he said yes, and when I asked him if he had seen the part where I said don't repeat references, he admitted that he hadn't read the directions and he needed them emailed to him again.  SERIOUSLY!?!  1.  Don't fucking lie.  2.  READ THE FUCKING DIRECTIONS!!

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I just don't understand how to make people READ the freakin' instructions.  I didn't email them to you for the 3rd time because I love to copy/paste shit into emails and blast them out to random people.  I didn't contact you 3 months ago to let you know that your clearance was expiring so you could come to me in another 3 months when your clearance is actually expired and you can't pick decent orders because every where you want to go requires a clearance, but yours is expired because your refused to do your stupid freakin' SF-86 when I told you to a year ago.

Despite what you may think, I actually wrote up these directions to help you... and THEN.. I emailed them to you..  SO YOU'D KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING DO.  So you wouldn't have to call me and ask me or have to come to my office to ask me or remember you were having a problem when you see me crossing the hangar to leave and THEN ask me (because there are few things I like less than someone holding me up when I'm trying to leave work).

And even better.. I'VE HAD TO FILL OUT THIS FORM FOR MYSELF.  TWICE.  So it's not like everyone isn't subject to the exact same rules for the form.

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Additionally, if you know that the government requires you to do this paperwork, in what world is it acceptable to NOT list out all of your employment activities?  ALL OF THEM?  Oh, you assumed that because a government agency was doing the investigation they would KNOW where you've been hanging out the last 10 years?  Since when have government agencies ever worked together?  I mean, we as the DoD can barely work together. Or you thought if you listed your military history as a single employment that it would be fine, even though there's another question about halfway through that asks if you ever served in the military?  Oh because that would just make too much sense to ask the exact same thing twice.  Get a grip people.

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It was definitely a difficult day.  I usually only handle 1 or 2 at a time, but I'd been procrastinating.  My procrastination doesn't excuse the fact that so many people did it incorrectly.  When I'm doing onesies and twosies, my rage level doesn't get to the extreme it got Friday.  At one point, I had to get up and walk away from my computer before I went all Hulk on the desk.

But to the ONE person who did it right in that batch and all the others who did it correctly the first time before you:

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Sadly, I felt like this entire situation tainted my entire day.  When one of my coworkers called, he immediately asked what was wrong.  I had to explain that it was stupid people, not the fact that I was in the office solo.  I also had to keep my rage at bay when dealing with other things.  The worst part of all of it was that the frustration exhausted me.  After contacting the people to tell them to get their shit straight and having to be just an E5 rather than a snarky bitch, I was done for the day.  It's hard for me to be nice to incompetent morons, what can I say?

I did get to have a chat with Mr. Mystery (for now), which kinda helped brighten the day.  He seems to have this knack for saying sweet things when I really need them, even if he doesn't know I need it.  /swoon.  PS.  I'm over deployment.

I went to the gym after work since I forgot regular socks and I had packed shorts with no pockets, rather than go on a run.  Forgetting socks meant that I was sporting my black tube socks and no pockets meant that I couldn't put my cell phone in my pocket to track my run (I don't have an arm band because they didn't make them yet when I was buying stuff for Suzy2).  I considered going without any music or tracking but ended up going to the gym despite the gorgeous day outside.  FAIL.

I arrived to the gym and all the machines had been moved into the newly renovated space.  I appreciated the AC in the room, but it was such a cluster in the room.  With the free weights on one side of the room, the workout machines in the middle, and the assisted weight machines on the other side, it was just too crammed.  I couldn't stretch before my workout without hitting something or someone.  There are 6 new TVs on the wall in front of the exercise machines.  ALL OF THEM were on some type of sports channel.  Are you fucking kidding me?  The 3 directly in front of me?  Fishing, tennis, and men's college baseball... FML.  I had Nook to read, but it was hard to stay focused on Divergent because of all the meatheads joking around at the free weights, the grunters on the assisted weight machines, and Captain Smelly (a general nickname for people who smell, particularly of body odor).  Then Captain Smelly knew the person on the treadmill beside me.  The person who was ON the treadmill was already in my bubble so when Captain Stinky-Pants (another general nickname for smelly people) came over to chat with this guy for 25 minutes I almost flipped out.  Every now and then he would gesture and he'd lift his arms and I'd have to obviously mouth breathe for a few seconds in the other direction as to not gag.  They finally walked away 8 minutes before I was done.  When Captain Smelly walked by I had to start mouth breathing again and he heard it and actually turned back to look at me.  Not sure if he was concerned or glaring, but I couldn't handle it.  Not that it makes a difference, but this particular Captain Smelly must share DNA with a silver back gorilla because his back hair was like unconstrained kudzu coming up out of the back of his shirt.  /shiver

Let's just say, for the record, with the new gym set up, I'm almost excited about 1/2 marathon training.

The rest of the evening was pretty relaxing, but the day had exhausted me (with 50 minutes of elliptical-ing really putting the FINISH HER touches on the day).

Teh Humanitarian came over for potentially her last visit.  /bawl  I'm not ready for my friends to PCS/start leaving.  Then again, I never am.  And then I leave.  What will my people do without me??  (keep reading Teh Blog, of course, as it's a condensed version of me)  After a relaxing evening of delicious dinner made by Teh MD Adult Roomie (I should have taken pictures because it was amazing and seemed pretty simple to make), chatting, and snuggling on puppies, Teh Humanitarian finally headed out for her drive to Baltimore and Teh MD Adult Roomie and I internetted and listened to music for the rest of the evening.

Overall, the day wasn't so bad, but the bad parts were really bad.  I probably could have tried to not let other people's stupidity bother me so much, but it does bother me because I put a lot of effort into helping people do things the correct way, the first time, and I'm just not getting results.  I kept looking at my countdown to reassure myself, but it just wasn't working.  I've been reassured that there are stupid people in the "real world" too, not just the military.  It's not that I'm looking forward to no stupid people, it's that I'm looking forward to a different type of stupidity.  I want to find a type of stupidity I can handle for the rest of my life so I can find a job that I can retire from.  I mean, in the end its about how much you can tolerate, right?

Here's to hoping the weekend isn't nearly as frustrating as it started out being.

Happy first weekend of June Gentle Readers!

All the chatter... confessions.

I have a confession...  I try to accomplish all my work within the first 2 hours of being at work.  I'm sure that's how the rumors that I don't work get started because people come by in the middle of the day and see me on FB or some other non-work-related-website and they assume that I'm just not doing my work.  Well you see, what happened was, I did all my work, and now I'm just waiting for the daily tasks that come throughout the day that require my attention.  I did all my work in the morning before all the people started needing things from me so that way I wouldn't be interrupted from actual work when they did come in needing stuff.

Isn't that awesome?  And yes, I'm aware that people have complained about me "not doing work" before.  I'm still trying to figure out who was getting all that work accomplished if I wasn't doing it!

I have another confession...  I hate when people feel the need to fill every.single.moment.ever with noise.  Particularly whistling (which gives me a headache) or talking (incessantly).  This feeling of hate is intensified when I am actually trying to accomplish a task.  I might claim to be a master multi-tasker, but recently, that skill has been put to the test by someone who likes to talk a lot.  I appreciate their life experiences but there are times (like 77% of my day) where I appreciate the silence.  Don't get me wrong, I also enjoy conversations every now and then (that other 33%), but when I'm trying to work, respectfully, STFU.  When someone important is in our office, its not necessary to finish your story of how you pushed the rules right then.  When one of the bosses comes in to do tasking, STFU.  Even if your conversation isn't with the person being tasked, you are unbearably distracting.

I have another confession... I thought I was chatty.  I was wrong.  As I get older, I seem to appreciate the silence more and more.  Maybe that's why blogging is one of my favorite pastimes.  It's a quiet sport.  I mean, granted I'm "talking" to my Gentle Readers, but you can choose to read this or not, just like I choose to write this or not.  The only real noises are the soothing sounds of my fingers on the keyboard, the rain falling outside, and sometimes a sigh from myself or Phil... and the less soothing noise of children's programming from my neighbor's television.  But I'd rather hear the low rumbles of children's programming than the incessant chatter for 95% of my work day...

I have another confession... When I am trying to accomplish tasks and there is someone talking, my head feels crowded.  Literally crowded.  It's almost hard to explain, but it's like I can't devote all my brain power to the task at hand because I'm trying to focus so hard on my task instead of the person talking.  I actually had to ask someone to stop talking because I was working on something they had asked me to do, but I couldn't focus on it to properly wordsmith an email because they were talking about shoes or something trivial.

I have another confession... I don't think "Chatty Cathys" are bad people.  But I definitely struggle with them more than other types of people though.  In fact, our "Chatty Cathy" is an unbelievably good leader from what I can tell.  They have the best intentions and seem to have their heart and mind in the game...  but wow can they talk.

I have a second to last confession... I worry that someone from work will read this and it will be misinterpreted.

I have a final confession... When our "Chatty Cathy" left the office for a meeting.  I let out a sigh of relief and other person that was in my office laughed at me and agreed.


PS.  If I hadn't been receiving in-the-moment tasking, I probably could have put in some earplugs.

It's Ok Thursday #10

It's Ok....

...to have an It's Ok Thursday post as your only post in a week.
...to have mostly given up on FitBF.
...to have the desire to go to bed at 8pm, but know that you wouldn't go to sleep till late anyways, so instead you stay up and then go to bed late.
...to feel proud of your knowledge from reading the Bible.
...to not tell people your goals, not because you think they will judge you or it's a secret, but because you know that if there is encouragement from the outside, you'd feel disappointed if you didn't succeed and your own disappointment is enough.
...to feel like the frustration is just too overwhelming to continue being involved in something.
...to send your friends text messages saying "I miss your face and your name being at the top of my text message list."
...to eat jelly beans every day for a month after Easter.
...to worry that jelly beans are making you gain weight.
...to go on a guilt run due to feeling like you're gaining weight.
...to be excited about the warmer weather, even though you really prefer fall/winter.
...to dread summer because it means 90°+ temps and no taking Phil out for runs because the pavement will be too hot for his paws (sorry I never realized that ZepZep).
...to walk into Physical Therapy and not be hurting for once.
...to just enjoy the heating pad time during Physical Therapy
...to use chicken stock in your beef pot roast.
...to buy OJ just for the container it's in....
...to be extremely disappointed about the season finale of Downton Abbey (season 3).  I just want to shout it from the rooftops, but I don't want to give away any spoilers and its.killing.me.
...to be kinda excited the people that rank above me aren't in the office this week.
...to be excited over getting our new inventory system to work.
...to enjoy repetitive acts like putting all 1500+ items into the inventory.