Quo Vado?

I treated myself to a deep tissue massage yesterday. It was lovely, I even managed to zone out a couple of times. However, I think the whole thing would have been much more relaxing and productive if a minor change was made to the table. The table needs boob wells or holes.

Seriously. No, I'm not kidding. Trying to be comfortable while laying on a pair of breasts attached to you is difficult. They're just in the way. They don't allow proper pressure to be applied to my shoulders and upper back.

Even as I think of it, that wouldn't work so well. People are differently proportioned - with their boobs in different places w/rt their chins. So, we really need a memory foam that can 'solidify' for each person and be reset in between. Until someone finds one, I'll keep dreaming and trying to find a comfortable place for my boobs.

It's just me in the office this afternoon. Bossman took Grumpy with him to a meeting and the Kid ran away after lunch, so it's just me back here in this wing. I know I should be doing something; but, I don't really want to. All I have for the afternoon is the fun stuff - reviewing specifications and checking shop drawings. I don't know how much more exciting my life can get.

I made the mistake of mentioning the contact high problem to my mother and now she's all up in arms. She actually wants me to be proactive and do stuff. Like that's the kinda girl I am. Seriously. You'd think that after thirty-two years she'd know I don't move on something if I don't have to.

So, here I sit. Maybe, I review some specs...

The whole office is suffering from a strained malaise today. No one wants to do anything overly productive. Except for maybe Kid who's bound and determined to give me a heart attack today. First it was the door bouncing off of his desk after he forgot his own strength. Then he trips over the stuff we've had on the floor for weeks. Craziness. What he's not interested in is his job, his last response to markups was a nice way of saying "I'm suffering from a bad case of "I don't wanna" - so do expect anything too fast.

I don't know how we'll bounce out of this hole. Maybe the glee the Admin staff suffers from finally joining the twenty-first century in terms of accounting software will be passed on to us. Though, I suspect there will be much swearing first - and asking of stupid, stupid questions.

Oh, man, I can tell I'm from twister alley, I'm looking at the local news, wondering why they're disturbing my show for a neighborhood look into where the tornadoes will hit next. Dude, toss a small graphic in the corner, list the counties/neighborhoods and let me watch my show. No, seriously, I understand why they decided to interrupt our regularly scheduled prograing for a weather report. I'm just typing my annoyance.

Oh, and Squid's currently enjoying his Christmas present. He called from his seat and told me he'd need a sweat shield. Yea!

Some part of my soul was pulled out of my person shortly after I was born. I lost the ability to deliver bad news kindly. Worse than that, I can only live with some of the lies I tell myself and not others. All I want to do this evening is curl up to a manly warm body and forget that work ever happened. I could have done that too, I even had plans to do so. Instead, I broke things off with the guy I'm seeing. Abruptly, without giving him a reason. I knew what was planned for this evening - physically I would have been seriously mellowed out and feeling a thousand times better. Instead, I feel like a royal bitch and mean and petty in addition to all the work stupidity.

The sad thing is, the guy probably thinks my problem with our relationship has to do with his physical limitations, when really it's about not being able to have a conversation. How do you tell someone that their conversational skills are even worse than your own? Is there a nice way to say, uh, it's because we have one sided conversations that have no fluidity without sounding like an arrogant asshole? I'm just defective and I think I need a popsicle and a nap.

It's entirely possible that I couldn't pass a drug test today. As silly as it sounds, our downstairs neighbors have taken to smoking their weed inside due to the 'cold' weather. Last night they fell asleep with the bong still lit. I've been getting the effects of their smoking for weeks. It explains some of the kitty's odder recent behavior, her chasing of things that aren't there and her sudden increase in food consumption. It explains why I can't seem to have enough sleep and why the lunchtime naps are more refreshing than a night of good sleep. Crazy things are happening around here.

I’ve spent more time behind the wheel this week than I typically like.

The good news: MPC averaged 36+ mph during the drive to and from Nashville yesterday. She hasn’t preformed so well in ages.

The bad news: My next car will not be a Ford Escape. No, MPC isn’t going to be replaced anytime soon; but, I have been considering the small SUV vehicles as I might get one - eventually. I drove a new Escape during my trip to Dallas on Tuesday. There’s something wrong with that SUV. I can’t tell you what it is. Some aspect of it’s design didn’t feel right. It may be because it’s based on a small truck platform (I think) instead of the car platform I’m used too. All I can tell you is that I wasn’t impressed.

I don’t know what it is about the Easter season that bread dangerous candy. It’s when the marshmallow eggs appear on the convenience store shelves. They become so convenient that I can’t stop myself from pick grabbing at least one. I like the way the mallow squishes as I bite into the egg. Then it bounces back as you eat it, as if daring you to compress it until it won’t bounce back. The chocolate is good too. Yes, it’s milk chocolate; but, the egg makers have found the perfect balance between mallow and chocolate. As you eat the egg you know that any more mallow would be more than you can take, and more chocolate would be overwhelming.

My jeans would like this holiday to be over.

Halloween wins the candy wars on pure volume. Valentines wins on commercial induced necessity. Easter wins on just plain decadence.