It's crunch time. Pretty much it's the big day. The only Halloween event I have going this weekend is tonight and I have no costume...and I don't care. This is how I know that something is wrong with me.
I've been in a blah mood...I thought all week, but my coworker informs me that she thought I had been in a relatively good mood for the past week, just slipping down today. That's probably because I was showing signs of life earlier this week, and that was because I started to see the world a little differently. I started to look at work to see what puts me in moods and I think the thing that has done it is that I don't see anywhere for me to go.
I equated it to when I was signed up for that PHR class. I was staying on top of the reading, passing the little quizzes at the end of each section and book and feeling pretty good. Then I was informed I couldn't take the test and what happened? I can tell you what didn't happen, I didn't read, I didn't take quizzes, I barely paid attention in class (but I still went cause it wasn't cheap). I think that's what it is now, I don't see any purpose to caring about my job, I need something to work towards. Luckily for me this little revelation has come just in time for my annual review. So I can discuss this with my boss and hopefully things will improve from there.
Whoa, I wanted to write about Halloween - stupid mood swings. Anyway, so there appears to be one person who is dressed up in our building (not in our office - cause homey don't play like that here). My coworker was looking out the window and alerted me to someone dressed up in a costume. We think it's Fred Flintstone. Anyway, he has these big shoes shaped like feet and I mention to coworker that the high schooler she saw today with bare feet and Tarzan costume on could have used those.
Coworker: Tarzan doesn't wear shoes though.
Me: I don't think those are shoes, I think they are giant feet so he can get the car started.
Then the guys kept walking past the cars over to the retention pond.
Coworker: Oh my! I thought they were going to drive somewhere but are they seriously going to walk!?
Me: No, they are smoking. They shouldn't be smoking there, there's a designated area. Oh great...now there's going to be an e-mail about designated smoke areas. If that mulch catches fire folks, we're going to be in trouble.
Coworker walks away because I was poking fun at a series of e-mails we got this summer about where we can smoke and that mulch was catching fire because people were dropping their cigarette butts everywhere. The woman who sent the e-mails said "folks" more and more as she got angrier and angrier...in the end, the delinquent smokers turned out to be people from her company.
Me (when coworker returns): The Flintstones' didn't smoke. I'm going to go talk to him about smoking cause it's really out of character and it's beginning to tick me off.
As you can see - I've been very productive today.
I think I'll just whip on some fake eyelashes, some crazy make-up and say that I'm something...mostly I just want to wear the fake eyelashes.