Can't We All Just Get Along

Day two of the unhappy co-worker saga. I have extended the olive branch and it was not well received. It was actually broken across the knee, tossed into a garbage can and lit on fire. The tension here is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I am not the only one in the office who has noticed. I have been researching blogs & articles looking for ways to relieve this less than desirable situation. Several articles said to let it go. Some said to take the high road and kill them with kindess. Others said to approach neutrally. I think the olive branch was neutral. Once again, the gun is pointed at me and I was only doing what I was instructed to do. Work is not a death sentence, we choose to be here.

Its What We Do

Something I have become very aware of lately is the world keeps spinning no matter what is going on in your life. It doesn't come to a screeching halt because your life appears to be falling apart. But shouldn't it? At the least the worlds of the people who know you? Lets say for instance I can't make it to work. I would like to think my role and position at my job is so important that not one case of beer would leave the warehouse. But the truth is should I not show up for work, Budweiser will still be sold and people will still have the opportunity to get drunk. The past two weeks of my life have been drowned with sickness & hospital stays. My dad, my grandmother, my grandfather, my mother's dog, my dog have all been saturated with illness. Family has flown in from the east and very far west coast. Another sad fact is that it takes a traumatic course for all of our family to come together in one place. I guess, its what we do.

In My Head

This blogging stuff is more involved than I thought. I blog from work because I have no home computer. That's right - I am the only single, 32 year old gal in the USA who has no home PC. Who starts a blog with no personal computer (raises hand)? I write the most perfect blogs at home, during the midnight hour, in my bed, in my head. I tell you my mind is like a well oiled machine. I have the most amazing, informative and mesmerizing way with words, in my head of course. When I open my mouth or move my fingers my words run together, make no sense and often I forget what I was going to say. I have asked for many raises, confronted my ex-husband, confronted co-workers, said goodbyes I've never gotten to say, told the employees at Wal-mart how I really feel and introduced many, many rock stars in my head. The words come so fluid. Its like a river that just flows and flows. Why can't those words ease from my mouth? I guess I wasn't meant to have the gift of gab. Oh well, we can't have it all.

My Boogie Shoes

Yeah, I wish I really had a pair of boogie shoes. My boogie shoes would be a hot pink pair of rhinestone & sequin classic Converse. I don't really know what I would do with them if I had a pair. I am quite white (which says alot about my shoe choice). Have you ever danced in front of a mirror? I've tried. I try harder after a cocktail or two. After the 4th cocktail I really think I have the moves. Does it really matter that one can't dance? Isn't it just about having fun? Moving to the beat of the music, the rythm of the words? Remember the "Giddy-up", the "Roger Rabbit" or the entire routine to Beat It? I guess watching someone who can't dance is the equivalent to listening to someone who can't sing karaoke style. I would be both!