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But today that's not me at all. I'm cranky. I'm frustrated. I'm tired of dealing with coworkers who are lame and bitchy, and legal battles with our first contractor, and all the stuff that's still not done around our new apartment, and finances, and the hole in my tennis shoe that's been soaking my sock on rainy days because I can't get to a shoe store with shoes my size, and....
It could be just that its Monday, or that I'm tired of the diet Bob and I are doing. Or maybe, just maybe, all this would overwhelm anyone on any day of the week or on any diet.
Anyway, I'm still somewhat my usual "people-person" self. Notice that I began this post with wanting to shut my office door so that "I don't snap at any." Here I am feeling miserable and I'm concerned with protecting others from my feelings, rather than protecting myself. Oh, brother!
Hmmm.
Maybe I should go buy shoes at lunch.
8 Comments:
Definitely sounds like you need to take some "me" time. Hugs...
i hope you're shopping right now!
audree
Jay.. Funny Post.
I'm not a Monday person either.. But I think my coworkers know enough to stay clear of me until noon on monday!
So.. take a walk outside..It's like an amazing spring day.. and buy some shoes already!
Is that one of your photo's.. very cool! Love the Fur!
Thanks everybody!
Unfortunately, the shoe stores in Brooklyn (where I work) are kind of limited. I've got my mind on going to Co-Pilot Shoes on Broadway just north of Bleecker Street on the way home tonight.
And Mike, yes that's one of my photos. If you haven't made it to my photography site already it's at woolsrake.com (but it's definitely not work friendly).
BTW: My blogger word verification for this post: "uhaafucf"
Sounds like how I feel. :)
Are you allowed any chocolate (dark chocolate, preferably) on this diet? I say go have some of that.
Effin' coworkers. Heh.
My diet shouldn't allow chocolat, but today feels like it should be a "what-the-hell" kind of day.
Although, paraphrasing from a woman I used to work with who wanted to comfort eat whenever certain someones got her down:
"I'm not going to let these people make me fat!"
A few days ago, my oldest son (14) came home and asked me, "How was your day, mom?" I repsonded with, "Just peachy." He just said, "Uh-Oh" and walked out.
They all know that when I say "peachy" somebody's going to end up with their feelings hurt if they don't leave me alone.
We all have "those days" Jay. You're, I think, nicer than most and STILL think about others when you really feel like telling them all to piss off.
I feel for you on the shoes thing... I wore a women's 9 at 9 yrs old and have moved up to a 12 which is IMPOSSIBLE to find without paying at least $100 for anything that remotely feels like it belongs on human feet. For a while there, I would just go pick up the most feminine men's 10 and be done with it. :)
Good luck on getting out of the funk... tomorrow's Tuesday and you know what they say about Tuesday.
(Nah, I don't either but it sounded good anyway.)
Actual Madame Prez, I am not one to admit this publicly, but my feet are too small for the average shoe store to stock. My feet are a solid size 7, which is too large for the boy's department and too small for the men's. I end up finding rather unstylish basics that look like something you'd see on most of the little kitchen workers in NYC. I kind of understood why the sizes were so much bigger in the corn-fed Midwest, but here in NYC I'm in the company of a dense immigrant population whose members all pretty much the same size as I am.
Anyway, at Co-Pilot on Broadway, I found some great Merrill tennis shoes last night and felt a little better.
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