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It’s Wednesday, but it’s not as bad as the Wednesdays before it. I’m working on willing myself to have a good day. Enjoying whatever it is I’m doing, even if what I’m doing is freight at work for 10 hours, makes the day go smoother and quicker. It’s not that nothings going wrong, because things definitely are, it’s that I’m learning to take those things with a grain of salt and move on.

I was going to buy a DS for work, but I went with the classic magazine and an Etch-a-Sketch instead. The magazine kept me entertained for a couple of hours. that’s way longer than most magazines because I read the whole thing. It’s called “Real Simple” and it is absolutely the best magazine for me ever. there’s a lot of cleaning and organizing and life-balancing going on. I strive to lead a simple, uncluttered life and there are articles in there that actually help that instead of telling me what heels I can wear with a white pants suit.

And on the topic of enjoying life, I found a quote in a Clinique ad:

“We should all do what in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.” -E.B. White

Awesome Stuff, anyone?

Yerba Mate - Possibly the best thing ever? I’ve been drinking it for about a week, and where are my allergies? I don’t have a clue, but they’re gone. Also, it steeps in bottled water. Convenient like whoa! Sharon says I must be from Uruguay because I can drink it all day and then sleep at night.

Earth.us - Cutest flippity flops evarrr

eye.fi - wireless memory card. uploads your photos when you walk in your house. I need wireless interwebs now. Just for this.

Pandora - Makes radio stations for you. I like last.fm’s radio better, but there it is.

I hate Wednesdays. Seriously. It’s like Mondays for most people x10. First, I have to go to work. Not so bad. Not so bad, at least, unless you know you have to be there for 10 hours! Ten hours compared to my usual 6, tops. 10 hours at GNC is an Eternity. Ia ctually enjoy my 6 hour days. They’re usually short, I work mornings so I get to have my afternoons to do whatever, and I get to talk to someone during overlap. It’s nice. On Wednesdays, no one ever comes in. Not until I get bored and start reading or maybe have to pee. Then they come in by the group. By then, it feels liek they’re interrupting me. Interrupting whatever I was doing to wait for them to come in.

I talked to my manager and she’s betting on $60 in commission. I’m expecting more like $10, like my usual Wednesday. On a regular 6 hour day I make about $20-$40. On a 6 hour day. While I make $10 on a 10 hour day. Make any sense? To repeat what I told my boss, “the Wednesday gods have it out for me.” I wonder what a suitable sacrifice to them would be for a day-of-the week god. Wednesday panties? A 5 year old and a Labrador maybe?

Since when do I have allergies? I haven’t had a snot-free nose in about a month now. I assume most of the blame can go to the pollen. The pollen that covers everything like volcanic ash. A giant flowery volcano has erupted and I am very upset I wasn’t warned. I’d have temporarily moved somewhere without flowers or volcanoes. My red car is yellow every morning!

I am so very tired this today. The responsibility gods are trying to teach me a lesson. I went out to random redneck bars three nights in a row with Mimi. Seems like the fact that only one of those nights were actually fun would have been punishment enough. No. They must punish me at work.

Lucy is already growing. I’ve already had to adjust her collar once since we got her. She spends a large hunk of her time in her kennel house-training. I’ve never mopped my floor so much in my life. Although it has given me a chance to use my awesome lavender and peppermint hemp soaps, I miss being able to clean whenever I felt like it. It was usually every day, but if I didn’t want to, I didn’t have to. Not so anymore.

I’m at work, writing this in a notebook, halfway reading Maynard and Jennica, halfway writing some prose and barely surviving on Detox tea and water.I’m off tomorrow and my car is kinda fixed. What will I do?!

The beer diet worked for me this weekend. I was shocked when the little paper the scale at work (”have you checked your weight today?“) prints out every morning said I had lost a pound instead of the anticipated gain of at least the same amount. I’m not sure how that worked, but it did and I’m OK with it.