Lost Communication

There was a day last week where I sat at my desk at work, chugging away at whatever it is I do at work, when I thought of something so hilarious it simply had to be shared with a friend... and I realized I had no one to share my hilariousness with.

We have Microsoft Communicator at work, a form of work-approved IM between other coworkers. This has also served well as my outlet and break from work to keep me sane in the face of the daily grind insanities. However, it seems the people that I most often communicate with have seemed to dwindled....the Scoobies have dwindled down to Sam and I over the past year, J to the M left for Africa, and M and I had been outlets for each other since the day I started work, and last week Mario was officially gone. Luckily I recovered a roommate in the process and have Kels back to once again chat it up with, but unluckily for me last week, she was pretending to be Canadian to visit friends from Guinea. Which brought me to the realization that I find work days to be unbarable to get through without someone to talk to, namely someone I can relate to outside of my immediate coworkers.

This may be learned considering I've almost always had this in my long two and a half year career, so I really don't know any different... I'm pretty sure older generations that did not grow up chatting online don't feel this critical need. But then again, I don't roam the halls looking for unsuspecting people I can corner to show family photos to and share mundane stories about my curling adventures over the weekend, much like many of them do. Curling was excellent, FYI -BTW (that means by the way in our new age chat speak!).

So this could mean one of three things:
1) I need to make more friends that work at my company so we can chat
2) I need to stop wasting time chatting (which might make my head implode when I have no other outlet during the day)
3) Time to move! (But only if it's to NZ...)

I'd also like to take this moment while I have you captively pinned in a corner to share some family photos... this would be Loki dominating Waffles in a chokehold while laying on his head. That's my boy!

Feed and Water Twice Daily

Being sick sucks.

Sure, when you're a little kid, it's great; you get to skip school and lounge around all day while your mom brings you soup and ice cream, and if you can convince your brother that he's sick too, you have a Mario Kart buddy for the day.

But when you have no such people to bring you ice cream or play games with, and instead have big presentations to leaders the next day that you're not yet prepared for that you're trying to write up in bed with a fever in the 15 minutes you're able to keep yourself awake every few hours before the Nyquil kicks in once again...not so fun.

It also makes it hard to write blog posts evidently, as this is as far as I've gotten in a couple of hours ha.

I had high hopes that working in a chemical plant full of formulations that kill off plants and insects and anything else it touches would kill off the little teenie germs currently plaguing my body. Or at the very least, the neighboring plant next door that produces pharmaceuticals would have at least given some pleasant healthy side effects. But *apparently* Allegra is only for allergies and doesn't help fevers. Lame.

I'm going to have to fight this a different way. I'm thinking of choking down some chocolate chip banana muffins the roomie made in what I can only imagine was full anticipation of me being sick and lonely. But if you give a sick princess a chocolate chip banana muffin, she will want a glass of milk. If you give her a glass of milk, she'll want some medicine to take as well. If you give her medicine to take, she'll get drowsy and ask for a blankie. Once she's curled up with her blankie, she'll need a bedtime story. The bedtime story will send her off to sweet dreams of kitties and yoshis. And if you send her off to dreams... you're going to have to finish her presentation for her.

Good luck roomie ;)