Also: Happy Friday! And Happy Valentine’s Day! (And day after Gal-entine’s day!). It’s a holiday-love-a-palooza!
For those of you not familiar with West Coast USA lore, Oregon first became a state on Feb. 14, 1859 – the 33rd state in the union. #themoreyouknow
In any case, happy birthday to this lovely great green state – and to everyone else, have the most marvelous Valentine’s Day/Anti-Valentine’s Day/Friday ever!
What are your plans this weekend? Any Oregon-shaped birthday balloons in your future, or heart candies, or schmoopy date plans, or perhaps bitter quips hurled at those annoying schmoopy couples on the train? Share in the comments!
No one likes a Monday. Here’s a cute bunny rabbit to get you through!
What are the big things you guys want to get done this week? Me, I’m planning a triumphant return to the gym, and hoping the habit sticks through all the stress, school, work and travel I have coming up. Send good, motivating thoughts my way!
Good morning sweet peas, and happy Friday! I’m East Coast bound once again, and I’m only a little bitter about it. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that this is not news – I’m always coming or going, and mostly I do OK with all the travel. Really, I wouldn’t mind a bit, only a last-minute schedule change from The Employer has landed me in the Big City on my birthday – a day when I would so much rather be at home, having a modest piece of cake and steamy snuggly tea (read: keg party), and going birthday shopping with lovely ladyfriends. Se la vie, eh?
It’s times like these that I sit quietly and contemplate my ever-mounting pile of frequent flier miles and fantasize about Excellent Future Vacations. Which I will begin taking juuuuust as soon as I’m done with The Graduate Program. And paying for The Graduate Program. Ahem. Moving on!
Paris! London (and Manchester – I haven’t forgotten you, Silly!)! Dublin! Amsterdam! New Zealand! Israel! Moscow! Oh, the places I could go! All those miles, quietly piling up… one day, one day. One day soon!
Since I’ll be variously in meetings or on planes for the weekend and beyond, entertain me with tales of your most recent wonderful vacation, would you? Or, your favorite vacation you’ve ever taken. Or, ideas about one you’d like to take! Or, barring that, your plans for this weekend – just so long as they don’t involve meetings. Down with meetings!
Tuesdays are the worst.
“Look! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s … TUESDAY!”
Sure, everyone and their favorite orange cat hates Mondays. But Tuesdays are the real threat here. No one suspects a Tuesday, which makes them all the more insidious. They’re like the sneaker wave of the workweek, the disproportionately shitty weekday that appears without warning, catching workers unawares and washing them out to Wednesday and beyond.
Here’s how I see it: Mondays are like getting punched in the face. You don’t see them coming and you have very little time to react. There’s a response delay to a Monday – by the time you’ve realized what’s happened, it’s over. You’re in shock. The pain hasn’t set in yet.
But Tuesday, oh, Tuesday. Tuesday is when you look down and realize there’s blood on your shirt and your nose is out of joint. Your jaw hurts and your head throbs and you realize you’re lying on the floor surrounded by everyone who saw Monday’s facepunch go down. Wednesday was the closest and is trying to convince you to take off work and go to the hospital, Thursday was walking by in the hallway and just stopped to make fun of you, and Friday is nowhere to be found.
Tuesday, my old nemesis. From now on, let’s all greet Tuesday with suspicion, a well-stocked supply of whiskey, and a hockey mask.