Taking a moment
I am working on spreadsheets at the moment. At work of course. Mind numbing is the work that pops up when working on such spreadsheets. Mind. Numbing.
Contemplating my life while working on said spreadsheets, I need more. Of not just one thing in particular, there are many aspects where, thinking about it, I just need more.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 02, 2009
Sigh
I keep a journal of sorts on my desk at work. Any time I do something out of the ordinary or of importance I write it down, by date, and sometimes colour-coded. I also keep every email and document that passes me by, all organized in specific, easily searchable folders. I learned many years ago to "cover my ass", hence my uber-organization at work. And it has paid off. What brings this up is that today I reached over, pulled my journal/notepad towards me, picked up my trusty (and occasionally disappearing) pen, and on a new line wrote "rubbed temples". People at work sometimes baffle me so much that I need to express in writing my exasperation.
To remedy this I am going to go for lunch. There is a little place in Chinatown called "Veggie House". It is a small little stand that I recently discovered with the help of Swerve magazine. The meals are very good and usually provide me with two lunches. I could eat the whole thing in one sitting, but then I am left insanely stuffed and regretting such a delicious decision (only made this mistake once). And, being one who enjoys new experience, if anyone else knows of more vegetarian restaurants in Calgary that I may not have found, by all means please pass on your knowledge :)
I keep a journal of sorts on my desk at work. Any time I do something out of the ordinary or of importance I write it down, by date, and sometimes colour-coded. I also keep every email and document that passes me by, all organized in specific, easily searchable folders. I learned many years ago to "cover my ass", hence my uber-organization at work. And it has paid off. What brings this up is that today I reached over, pulled my journal/notepad towards me, picked up my trusty (and occasionally disappearing) pen, and on a new line wrote "rubbed temples". People at work sometimes baffle me so much that I need to express in writing my exasperation.
To remedy this I am going to go for lunch. There is a little place in Chinatown called "Veggie House". It is a small little stand that I recently discovered with the help of Swerve magazine. The meals are very good and usually provide me with two lunches. I could eat the whole thing in one sitting, but then I am left insanely stuffed and regretting such a delicious decision (only made this mistake once). And, being one who enjoys new experience, if anyone else knows of more vegetarian restaurants in Calgary that I may not have found, by all means please pass on your knowledge :)
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