Nothing Lost, Nothing to Lose

Ok, so the first week has gone by and guess what! Nothing's changed. I've lost nothing. In fact, during a weekend trip, I lost all control and gained. /sigh/

This story is so old and tired, it should be dead. Let's try and kill it.

I'm still playing Winnie-the-Pooh with my up/down, and Tigger with my jumping jacks in the restroom. When did I move to the Hundred Acre Wood??

Anyway, this week I've added a couple other little random moves to my workday:

• While refilling my water mug (which is up to about 4 times a day at least), I stand feet shoulder-width apart and bend side to side while sucking in my tummy. I'm hoping it'll help whittle down my love handles.
• Whenever the phone rings, I stand up to answer it, then do my down-up-down thing when I sit.

Lucky for me, no one else works near me - they'd think I was so weird if they did! I know it's weird, but I have to 1. add variety to my day, and 2. use quirky little ways to sneak in some movement.

Am I as ridiculous as I feel? What do you do to sneak in exercise?

P.S. I am not expecting this alone to change my figure. I am also doing a walk/jog 3 days a week and strength training every other day. Just so you know I'm not as crazy as I sound.

Wow, That Bathroom Smells Good!

Disgusting, right?

I know, it sounds bad, but really, my office bathroom (which really is just mine because the reception area is secluded from everyone else) smells positively YUMMY!!

Let me `splain: On the other side of the reception area is our cafeteria - Lety's Cocina. Home of all kinds of delectable goods -- breads, carne asada, and the best Tortas you've ever had. From there through the walls/vents wafts the lovely smell of lunch over to my side. All morning. Every day. Mmm...

I think it's snack time!

Seen at Work...

On a sign advertising employee benefits for local gym:

Sign up with Jeremy and receive kids free! Kids will be included on your membership free for as long as you remain a member.

When you end your membership, I guess you have to return the kids.

Grood news.

This is my last Wednesday at work. While I'm sad to leave my kick-a job and amazing work group I'm pretty stoked about moving. Yipee!

And, as if I needed things to be more amazing, I finally get to see Jeramie. I haven't seen her in ages. She and hubby Nick are letting the Deetz clan stay with them overnight on our cross-country trip. Hooray for Jeramie! (Oh, and Nick.)

Play at Work

Yesterday all of us girls in my office went to lunch - YAY!! We left the sales guys to hold down the fort, but brought them Chili's chips, salsa, and queso for their trouble. This is what we had in our email inbox upon our arrival at the office:

This is an official notice that the “woman” in the office have been put on the “silent treatment.” Please refrain from attempting to converse with the gentlemen in “the pit” as you will be ignored and subsequently get your feelings hurt. Communication will be by email or written letter until further notified! Thank you for your time!

Justin

My coworker Sheryl sent this in reply:

May I please correct your spelling don’t you mean ”women” as in multiple fantastic beautiful ladies that work in SLC that remembered you male types with fresh chips, salsa and let’s not forget the queso for the hassle of holding down the “fort” while we were absent.

With Love,

The Women

We still don't really know why this all started, but you'd think after a whole afternoon of this, the boys would've tired of the game... But wait until you see what they did this morning. We guessed wrong.
































They've built a wall of cardboard around themselves, and put up a list of rules. If you can't see what it says, it's something like this --

*No lifeguard on duty*
Rules:
1-Ask permission to enter
2-Ask permission to speak
3-Address them as "sir"
4-keep your hands and arms inside the ride

I love working where there is funny.

Saying "I'm sorry" doesn't make it ok.

Or acceptable. Like when you change a diaper in the breakroom at work.

I'm not strung out, just new

I got a new job. For this new job I got a TB test placed on Monday on my left arm. I also had blood drawn to see if I've really never had the chicken pox. (If I haven't I'll have to get a vaccination. Bleh.) Tuesday I gave platelets. The phlebotomist infiltrated my left arm which was where the TB test was placed. So we used my right arm, where the blood was drawn for the chicken pox test.

An infiltrated vein means the needle went through my vein and I got a nice briuse. It only hurts when the blood returns, minus the platelets of course. In all my times donating blood (just over ten years) It's happened just twice to me. Donating blood is still a good thing and I'll be doing it again in a couple of weeks.

My arms look like I'm seriously using. I'll take a pic tonight.

not every guy deserves a first date, round two

Allyson and I sit next to each other at work. But we don't ever see each other. The cubicle wall is too high to see over when we're sitting and if we stand up to talk we get in trouble. But we're allowed MSN messenger. Yeah, I don't get it either.


Here is a conversation we had this afternoon:


allyson says: Name some professions that you wouldn't date.

Jessie says: Gyno.

allyson says: Clown

Jessie says: Yes!

Jessie says: Hair stylist.

Jessie says: Cher impersonater.

allyson says: Escort/prostitute/pimp/porn star

allyson says: Anything that smells: garbage man, fisherman...

Jessie says: Used car salesman.

Jessie says: Game show host.

allyson says: Anyone in a circus

Jessie says: Right.

allyson says: Corrections officer

Jessie says: Stripper.

Jessie says: Guy who paints the lines on the road.

Jessie says: Talk show host.

allyson says: President of the United States

allyson says: truck driver

Jessie says: Long haul, anyhow.

allyson says: transvestite

Please let us know who you wouldn't date.

All I wanted was a Pepsi. Just one Pepsi.

I'm very tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. It was Jeremy's last night in town so we were up late and we had to leave early to get to the airport. I'm sitting at my desk and fighting sleep. I've opted to take a carbonated nap.

11:11
I have my Pepsi on my desk. It’s too cold to drink right now. Plus I’m a little less tired because I got to get up to purchase said soda.

I’ve purchased the Pepsi on the recommendation of Clinton. His options were Coke and Pepsi.

11:18
Still too cold. Why are those machines kept at absolute zero?

11:54
Co-workers having a conference (not involving me) in my tiny cubicle. Tempted to drink still too-cold Pepsi.

12:15
The conference has ended. I’m more tired now. Pepsi still too cold to drink. How is this possible??

12:47
It’s like it’s in an invisible freezer. How is it still so frigid?

13:11
It’s still very cold. But I’m sleepy. That it’s so cold in my cubi isn’t helping. I’m drinking the Pepsi.

13:12
I’ve had my first swallow of Pepsi. It’s so incredibly sugar-y.

13:51
I’ve consumed about an ounce of the soda. I can’t tell if that is helping me stay alert or the episode of This American Life I’m listening to. Man, I love this show.

13:53
I had some water. It tasted … rounded? Not flat, but boring, for sure. Odd.

15:13
Maybe one more swallow of the Pepsi. I’m glad I got the smaller soda. I’ve been moving around more so that’s helping. And I have lots of work to do. And it’s my favorite part of the daily duties. I’m processing checks. No lie, I really like this part.

17:34
I made it through the day. I drank less than 1/10 of the soda. Next time I'm just going to drink more water instead.

Now all I need is postage

Dear Jerk,
I'm so glad you were able to finish off the milk I left in the office fridge. I now have a small container of organic raisin bran that was supposed to be mixed with the milk. Would you like that as well? I'll just leave it in the break room. I'm sure you'll go 'shopping' again soon and pick it up.

I'm glad we have the kind of relationship where we can just borrow/take from each other/just me without the formalities of asking. It's nice.

If you'd like I'll gladly give you the antidote you'll need for what I put in the milk just in case something like this were to happen.

Best wishes,
Jessie