Life in the Slow Lane

After my experiences of the last week, I might just congratulate someone next time I hear their car had trouble. Sure, the pocket book situation isn't all that fun, and I wish I had moved my laundry from my trunk before the truck driver had to fish my spare tire out... and before I left it for other mechanics to fish the horribly mutilated tire back out, but when there is a red Ford Mustang convertible to drive me to work tomorrow, things aren't so bad. * And yes, Mom, I'm okay and you can call me to make sure of that.

Today, I was minding my own business when suddenly I realized that people say "Shipping and Handling" when the handling comes before the shipping. Doesn't the non-sequential naming of the fee bother you, too?

The most polarizing question I ask during a routine day is "Do you have internet access?" If I asked this question of many of you, it would be like asking "Do you breathe oxygen?" But surprisingly, there are still a large number of people who view the question as akin to "Do you fly to work?" Yes of course you know that there are some people in some places who do such a strange activity, but it isn't you, and it isn't likely to be you any time soon. The other day I got the response "Yes, but I have to drive about half an hour to get there." Where in the United States can you be an entire half hour from internet access? I guess when I am on the 5 at rush hour, I am half an hour from internet access. But my point is, that this one question has the power to make the person who hears it believe that either I am A) Condescending or B) Out of touch with the real world. But then of course, I live and work in California which is the same as ...

I have already mentioned that my new office space has tons of glass and how you can see a great deal of the insides without moving much at all. I recently realized a very dangerous aspect of this: I can see the snack counter every time I return from my trip to the printer. It is doubly dangerous in that I can see well enough to spy that there is some sort of snack, but not well enough to see what manner of snack it is. Have you ever tried walking by a potentially amazing treat time after time after time? Eventually, you just have to find out what it might be. And so I make all 175 steps it takes to reach the snack counter, just to see. But 175 steps is quite a hike. And once I find out the only choice is stale blueberry-peach muffins, I figure I need some sustenance to get all 175 steps back to my desk. Or I find that the snack is some decadent dessert and because the trip will require 350 steps in total, of course I can take a slightly larger piece than I would otherwise. Proble...

Hours in my work week: 40 Hours I was unofficially in charge of my department: 45 (Includes lunch breaks) Hours where I was my department: 10 Number of external phone calls received: 21 Number of letters written: 13 Number of walk-ins: 2 (To my recollection, we've never had even one of those before.) Number of tours by my desk: 9 Number of tours given by me: 1 Number of tours I received: 1 (The NPO that rents space from us.) Steps to the printer: 21 Steps to the kitchen: 60 Steps to the snack counter: 175 Times I was left in the dark: 7 Times I signed onto a co-worker's email account: 15 Times I want to do this again: 0

Sun set Originally uploaded by biukalee . I am sharing this photo with you because I am in just that much of a sharing mood. But I will only let you enjoy this picture if you ignore the large piece of red lint that was aparently on my lens at the time of the picture.

Tho the ocean billows roll Originally uploaded by biukalee . I took this on a visit to the beach a month or two ago, but I thought I would share it all with you now. Why? Because it looks ever so much more peaceful than my day at work.