Psychosomatic…Called It

Leaving the restroom earlier today I passed by the Men’s room and heard Mr. Coughy in there and it sounded AWFUL! So bad I actually said out loud, “Oh my God”. So, as you do, I sent him an email.

Short, simple and sweet, I sent, “Hey MR. COUCHY, are you feeling ok? I've noticed you've been coughing a lot…” To which he replied with this, “TB.  Kidding. I think my throat is just dry...it seems kind of humid in here...or is that just me? At my age, it's probably just me!!! Thanks for asking...that's sweet of you!” I reply to him saying it sounds serious so I was just checking and he says, “Knowing me, it is probably just psychosomatic! If you happen to walk past my office and I'm slumped over my desk or sprawled out on the floor...it's just me being a drama queen. Pay no attention...it will just encourage me.”

It’s not humid in here and if you’re throat is dry get some f’ing water! It’s FREE and in the kitchen steps away from you. And you’re saying that it's all probably mental? It’s hard to “pay no attention” PLEASE.STOP. I wouldn't have said anything at all, but it’s just every few seconds (literally) he’s coughing LOUD coughs. It really sounds like it could be something serious. 

I Hate Valentine's Day

I've been thinking a lot lately (I’ll try not to strain myself) about, obviously Valentine’s Day, and the ridiculous pressure put on singles and men in relationships. First off Valentine’s Day, in my mind, is a holiday strictly to sell flowers, cards and balloons that‘ll just end up in the trash. Sorry if I sound bitter or negative it’s just how I see it.

To me Valentine’s Day means two things, ONE: it’s my 8 year anniversary at work. That being said I finally got an “old-new” (someone else’s old while they got a new) computer. Downside, Vista was installed on it. TWO: Two years ago I found out one of my dear old friends killed himself, blah blah blah. That being said I figured some things out…

My friends tend to do this around some sort of holiday. Garrett, Valentine’s Day. Mr. White’s birthday was the day before Valentine’s Day and he left us Christmas Eve. Dear Hotine was right before my birthday (and one of his roommate and best friend’s birthday). Holidays can be rough and messy apparently.

Still, usually I would end up wearing red or something for this holiday but today I just forgot. There is so much other shit going on that it just slipped my mind. I did get a “Happy Anniversary” from the VP of the company this morning, which I really appreciated. 

What a Nice Work Environment

Today is turning out to be one of those days. It’s raining and the phones keep ringing and MR. COUGHY won’t stop COUGHING!

I don’t get it! I've been working here for 8 years, next week, and for 7 of those years I've been sitting next to him. He is always coughing! His throat has to hurt from all of the strain he’s giving it. I personally think he doesn't need to cough he just does it. They’re LOUD rough coughs too. Not like a clearing of the throat, that is equally annoying, but it sounds like he needs to see someone. He’s fine when he’s talking to someone, but if he’s sitting it’s constant coughing. Literally, I can time it and it’s every few seconds.

Sure it’s all laughs and giggles when I record him and send it to friends, but honestly it’s quite distracting. I've been on the phone and had to turn up the volume. He’s not even right next to me anymore; he’s across from me.

Come to think of it, everyone around me coughs constantly. Mr. Coughy, being the worst, but co-worker to the right of me is constantly clearing her throat (even on her work interviews – fucking gross!) and co-worker to the left of me, always coughing! I should just put my ear buds in and listen to my iPod  but I can’t because the phone keeps ringing. I’m near sending these people emails on “chronic coughing”. 

Just a Dream

 So I ran into a couple of the dreaded ex’s friends last night. One I've always had a bit of a crush on. I mean he’s just so damn CUTE! Of course he’s married and has a kid, but still one can dream…And dream about him I did!

The first time I met him I thought, “why oh why didn't I meet him first”. Either way it wouldn't of matter, he’s had the same girlfriend (now wife) forever and she’s cool as shit, but I didn't know that at the time.

Per usual he looked good last night. Even after a sports event, he was all sweaty and rough lookin. Maybe this is why I had this dream…I mean there is something hott about sweaty guys, right? As you do, I dreamt about him. I won’t go into too much detail but it was quite pleasant and vivid. I’m not talking wet dreams or anything like that, ok.

I was asking all the wrong questions and getting all the right answers. Yep, this definitely was a dream! Because only in a dream do you get everything you want out of a guy. Lately I've been waking up super early and having a hard time falling aback to sleep, but this morning I woke up right on time and for that I thank you. 

Our Minds are Terrible Things to Waste

My head can be so awful at times I hate it. I don’t typically trust in people. I could blame this on my parents, as you do, or even my ex boyfriends. At the end of the day, however you can only blame yourself for what you let hold you back.

My dreaded ex use to say to me, “I’m not the one making you upset, you’re doing it to yourself”. I use to get so mad at this comment and think “NO ass it’s YOU”, but there is some truth in what he was saying. Our minds are so powerful and we do have the ability to control it. We can focus on the bad and let it drive us crazy. Or we can accept things for what they are and be content.

Anyways, my mind has been working over time lately. The unknowing is quite difficult to handle sometimes and it sends my mind in the weirdest of places. I don’t know if it’s just me (I know how I can be) or if it’s something trying to tell me something.

In a quest to get some kind of control, I've started a yoga class with my Auntie. So far so good, though I don’t think I’m any good at it. I just keep falling in some of those stretches and I can’t help but laugh at myself. If anything at least I can laugh at myself. 

Saying Goodbye to Kickball

I had my final kickball game last night. Had we won, thank goodness we didn't, I would have had to spend my Saturday in Grant Park (apparently) playing in the championships. Championships...oh please. I guess this means we weren't all that bad.  

An hour and a half, due to overtime, of me rolling my eyes so much I thought, “if I keep doing this they’re going to stick”. I was texting people when I was out on the field. In the past I’d keep my phone on the sidelines, but lately I just don’t care. I stopped trying a long time ago because the guys were stealing MY plays. When I voice my frustrations they treat me like an asshole so DONE. 

I use to get all upset and worry if I was going to be asked back. I thought if I took a season off I’d lose my ability to play. I use to get excited for every season. I’d think maybe a new attractive guy would be on the team, a fresh start, maybe we’ll win more games, flip cup at our neighborhood bar…Things have definitely changed for me. I don’t even go out with the team after the games anymore. It's been over 3 years and I'm finally ok with not playing. 

In the Spring I’m starting Bocce Ball. It’s cheaper if nothing else. I've already got two definites. I initially wanted to start an all girls team, but who am I kidding? I don’t hang out with a lot of girls, so it’s looking like I may be the only girl. Fine.By.Me.