In case you guys hadn’t figured it out by now, I get a lot of my blogging ideas from Aussa Lorens: Hacker. Ninja. Hooker. Spy. A few weeks ago she was prompted to blog about her first hour of her day (I think at work.) She included doodles and drawings and I went SQUEE!!!! It seems she took the idea from here. (I’m huge on giving credit where credit is to, yo.)
Learning moment: I am a MASTER of Microsoft Paint. I learned, however, that my doodles don’t hold a candle to my MS Paint skills.
I can’t offer pushing fun crazy buttons, a boss who is concerned about my physical health, or any sort of thought processes at all (it was much too early for that crap.) That said, I can give you two hours of my morning – I cheated a little – and give you a ride on today’s roller coaster.
Note: I JUST learned that roller coaster is, in fact, two words.
I always thought it was just one…
Anyhow, this morning was a running morning, so I couldn’t consolidate this to one hour. I got up at 5:45 a.m. to the tune of my alarm clock. I hit snooze twice, but still got up in time to walk the dog, feed him, feed myself and allow it to digest, and head out for a run.
6:30 a.m.: I went for a run; 2.5miles; Not as fast as wanted, but even walking is better than doing nothing, so I’ll take it and be happy. I sang along out-loud to Florence + The Machine while birds chirped around me. I smiled for a good chunk of my run, but then exhaustion kicked in. I forced myself through the rest of the run but then I flopped down on my bed. Ten minutes later, when I had finally cooled down, I got up from my bed where there was now a human shaped sweat spot and got in the shower. Ooh la la! Sounds sexy, doesn’t it?
7:45 a.m.: I walked into the kitchen to put together my lunch for my work day where the foster cat – Tito – was meowing at me loudly (probably because I hadn’t fed him yet… I’m a shitty cat-foster parent.) I took out my crock-pot meal of pot roast and spooned some into a tupperware for work. Then, as I turned around, it was as if I had stepped on a wet bar of soap. I went sliding across the kitchen floor and, in a feat of acrobatic wonder, somehow did not fall. I looked down to see a half-dried puddle of what I can only assume was cat piss. Less than thrilled, I cleaned up with pee cleaner, vinegar and clorox wipes. I’ll never be as thankful for shoes as I was in that moment. Cue Jimmy Fallon thank-you-note-writing-music: THANK YOU, SHOES, FOR EXISTING AND PREVENTING ME FROM PUTTING MY BARE FOOT IN CAT PEE.
8:15 a.m.: After cleaning up the assumptive cat piss, I grabbed my lunch, my purse and headed into work for what I had assumed would be a normal, everyday kind of day.
I don’t have quite the kind of exciting job where crazy or interesting things happen every day. I have a normal desk job that I like, but it doesn’t lend itself to wonderful stories that often…
8:45 a.m.: I was sent downstairs to our warehouse to inspect 10 boxes of product and make sure it looks damaged before the vendor comes to pick them up. Note: The product WAS damaged, but we needed to make sure the outer boxes reflected that. So I dropped the boxes from at least 5ft up in the air and had them land on the corner of a pallet. But the REAL fun? I chose this opportunity of freedom and creativity to walk and jump on the boxes. It was, quite possibly, the most fun I’ve had at work in a while.
So let’s keep this going. Aussa asked if there were any redeeming facts about one of the worst days of the week: Wednesday. Did you get to push any fun buttons today? Jump on boxes? Climb pallets and racks? Let’s make this a thing. YOUR TURN!