Things That Are Pissing Me Off:
Someone turning up the thermostat to SEVENTY-TWO degrees all the time.
Waking up in the middle of the night because I am so hot due to someone turning the thermostat up to SEVENTY-TWO degrees.
When I hold a door open a little bit so that it doesn’t slam the person behind me in the face, and then that person tries to scoot by me without touching the door like I am their personal door-holder.
Going back to work in the morning when I didn’t leave work the night before until 10.
No new 30 Rocks on Thursday nights.
I have been working out for three weeks, and I have lost exactly zero pounds. And it’s not like I haven’t lost weight but my pants are fitting better. No. Nothing has changed.
Not having anything better to write about today.
This woman at work invited me to lunch, but her e-mail was like, “I always go to lunch with my cool friends, but today I thought I would invite you to come along with us too.” I think she means well, but that is not the nicest invitation I have ever received. I said no.
Things That Are Making Me Smile:
Last night in the parking garage, this guy in a suit and this woman were going at it. Just standing in the middle of the parking garage. Less than 50 feet from where the cashiers were standing. Less than 20 feet from the elevator everyone has to use to go to the cashier to pay for their parking. And by going at it I mean that they were making out and his hands were places that they really should not have been in public, and I actually laughed out loud when I saw them. This makes me happy just because it is so freaking weird, not because I am a weirdo perv. Also, I just glanced at them; I didn’t stare at them or anything weird.
This may not be a good post, but at least I am writing something.
Fifteen people have already signed up for the blog share, and it’s a month away. Please encourage others to participate! Maybe I should make a dorky badge of some sort. I don’t know how to do that, but whatever.
We are going to H’s office party tonight, which will hopefully be somewhat fun.
I should only have to work a few hours this weekend.
I think the temperature is supposed to be above zero for the next few days!
You just reminded me that I forgot to turn down the heat. Again. Grrrr! If the government is going to give me $600 this spring, it’s going right to the oil company.
At least it will be warm when I get home today.
D is always cranking up the heat too!
And along with being a personal door holder, it bugs me when people want to rush in the elevator before they let people out. It’s a small space, people!
Yay for blog share and posting something. I need to work on something. And have fun at H’s office party. We’re eating over at the VP’s house for D’s company tonight. Am I nervous? Oh yeah, more than slightly freaking out.
The door thing annoys me to no end. I am being nice. Do not take advantage of my niceness or else next time I will not be so nice. I swear this happens to me every morning on my way in to work.
As for the working out, I think you should be really proud of your commitment! My friend Liz (the workout guru) always says that you should think about ALL of the benefits of working out, like reduced stress, stronger muscles, better health, instead of focusing on just weight. That’s really hard to do, but I really do think you shoud be proud of yourself. (Just think of me as your own personal cheerleader. Rah!)
We keep our thermostat at 72, and that means our heat turns on like…once a week. BAH. 72 is positively CHILLY in the summer though. Our summer electric bills are pert-near $500 a month. For our palatial 1900 square foot house.
God, WHO CARES? Is this the most interesting comment I could summon from those points? Looks that way.
72 is what we keep our thermostat on at night. It’s at 62 when we’re not home. Maybe you’d prefer that?
Hubby does the awkward door hold – When the person behind him is too far away to really warrant a door holding, but he thinks it’s too close to call so he does it anway. Then he ends up standing there for an awkward amount of time until the person arrives to actually go through the door. Then sometimes they don’t say thank you.
72! I get uncomfortably hot when it’s 65 in our place!
Yesterday I held the door for a girl who was on the phone and not only did she scooch past me but she actually elbowed me out the way and just kept going. I wanted to slap the back of her head.
Count me in for BlogSharing.
Chris’s work holiday party is tonight and it is a MURDER MYSTERY. I want to go so bad but Chris keeps saying it’s going to be lame. Whatever! Free dinner, drinks, and murder!
72 even at night?? Sorry H, that’s just not right. That’s what down comforters are for!
NPW – I’ve been to a couple murder mystery dinners. I think they’re awesome! One was on a train ride! Tell Chris you MUST go!
Torsten ALWAYS cranks up the heat especially at night and it drives me NUTS. I finally got a fan so I could cool myself down but in the winter he refuses to let me turn it on because it horrifies him so much.
We’re supposed to get into the 50s by Monday! I’m so excited that I could pee myself. I won’t, but – dang – I can’t wait to get above-freezing temps again!
NPW – Tell him you have to go. That sounds like such fun. I’ve always wanted to go to one of those.
Mike bought me one of those matress cover-heater deals, which are suppsoed to be better than electric blankets and it’s been awesome.
I have, admittedly, woken up sweating. But at least I am not cold!
XO,
Mrs. Icicles.
P.S. 72 degrees is COMFORTABLE!
I HATE being hot, especially at night. At least when it’s cold you can snuggle up under the blanket!
I’m in for the next blog share.
The good thing about living alone–I can keep the thermostat where I want it. And I want it around 64 most of the time. I’ve gotten so used to it that I don’t even need much in the way of layers or blankets. When I spend the night at New Guy’s, I often have to leave part of me uncovered so I don’t sweat too much.
I used to be part of a murder mystery acting troupe. We made a whopping $25 per show, but it was fun. Dorky, goofy fun, but fun nonetheless. Except for the time the boss of the company that hired us to do their holiday party got stinking drunk and got down on the floor and tried to hump my “dead” body. That was just gross.
You know, I’m annoyed about the 72 degrees because the mere thought is irritating. Hope you have a great weekend!
I like sleeping with a cold head and hot feet. The same is true for working hours, hence my on full blast space heater that everyone gives me shit about.
And the lunch invitation? Not cute.
I keep my house at 65 – 60 when I’m not there – and it’s comfortable. 72 is TROPICAL. I kinda want to take my clothes off thinking about 72.
Who am I kidding? I just want to take my clothes off. And make out in the parking garage.
This post is balance at least…you have what pisses you off and that which made you smile…I wish for more things to make you smile!
OK, WTF is with the woman at work?! I have to believe that she didn’t mean it as an insult and it just came out very, very wrong, as things sometimes can over email. One time a coworker emailed to ask if I was finished with something, and I replied, “I’m doing it right now!” and I didn’t even consider the fact that the exclamation point made it sound like I was yelling. Coworker and I had a good laugh about it and I vowed to never email anyone ever again.
Anyway, more pressing: Are you one of the cool kids now?
I wish I had someone at work who is as cool as you… I would email you to go to lunch every day. Which would make you the cool kid, and me the nerdy, needy co-worker. Ha. I’m hoping, too, that she didn’t mean it to be an insult, but then again, we all know how stupid people can be. Sigh.
We leave the house at 68, and that’s a compromise. I would have it at 65 when home and 60 when we’re away, but I live with crankybabies. None of whom is actually anywhere near real “baby” age. Farm Boy would actually prefer 85 (no lie… he used to do that in his apt!), but I pay the utilities and refuse. Therefore, I win.
Long comment…. my apologies!
Yeah, I do not get the door-holding thing. Especially when they do not even THANK their personal door holder. The worst is when you hold the door open for one person, and then they do not return the favor for the person behind them and suddenly, you are the door woman for your building.
Hope the office party was fun!
The wife and I rarely agree on the temperature of a room, but it hasn’t led to any thermostat problems. I had to compromise with her years ago on the relative light in the room when we’re sleeping. I’d gotten used to pitch black, while she used a night light. Now we leave a light on in the hallway. Trouble is, I wake up groggy and see shapes in the room which look like intruders. Night terrors!
I totally get the working out with zero results on the scale. If one more person says “you’re losing fat and gaining muscle! You know muscle weighs more!” to me I am going to puke.
And that woman you work with needs to work on her social graces. I hope she isn’t that snotty in person. What a rag.