Random Musings

Mondays...aargh! What is it about a Monday morning that brings out the grouchy in me? Could it be because my dang cell phone starting ringing before the sun came up, before I had my morning chai tea, before I had even hit the shower? Let's be real here. The first call came in at 5:52 AM. Ok, so I was running a little bit late today but 5:52 AM!?! Um, leave a message on the office phone ok? I promise I'll check my voicemail and get back to you just as soon as I can.

It's nice to be loved but can a girl get some time for herself on a Monday morning? Let this female ease into the work week ok? Dang men. I say dang men because every single freaking phone call before 10:00 AM on a Monday comes from a man. Sending a shout out and much love to my sisters for knowing.

All in all the day was good. I spent more than half of it taking care of other people's stuff (par for the course and in the long run, helps me out as it's being proactive versus reactive). The rest of the day was spent making travel arrangements for two of my upcoming trips. You'd think by now it would run like clockwork but a bean counter is always on the hunt for the best deal, especially with a limited budget. I can't complain or whine. The expense account is reasonable but sometimes it'd be nice to just be able to log on to the sites and select without a second thought to the prices. I wouldn't be a good bean hawk if I didn't check right? Plus, there is coordination between so many people's schedules to take into account.

I'm still behind, about 3 days behind, on everything from being gone the last few weeks. Another "you'd think by now" that I would be able to juggle everything on the road but I still struggle. I draw the line at working 13 hours a day. This means a lot of the times I end up being behind. So be it. It took me a good while to be able to adopt this attitude but there has to be a balance in there somewhere. I'm just now getting to the point where I don't work on the weekends unless I have to . I figure I'll eventually catch up and am blessed to have a boss who understands and isn't giving me grief about missing a few of the deadlines. He's on the road too and gets it. Thank you, you beautiful man you.

Treated myself to Qdoba for lunch. I splurged and got the naked chicken queso burrito instead of the naked chicken salad. Relished every moment of that bad boy. Of course, by the time I got around to eating it, it was cold but a cold naked chicken queso burrito is better than none at all.

I love me some Qdoba. It's healthy, fresh, well priced, and they reward those who are recognized on sight. Nothing like a free meal on them from time to time. Is it bad when the people behind the counter know you on sight and all they have to know before they start making your meal is naked burrito or salad today? They already know I want black beans, pico, corn salsa, habenero, no sour cream, and cheese.

Best of all? Qdoba in the airport! I adore the genius who decided the airport needed a Qdoba. I'll never forget the morning I stumbled across it before one of my freaking 6:50 AM flights after the final renovations were complete in the SeaTac airport. I love that I can get a naked breakfast burrito or quesadilla before those early morning flights instead of eating crap or nothing at all. Bless you whoever you are. You Rock and I bow down to you! Well, maybe I don't bow down but thank you.

Next time I decide to hit Trader Joe's on the way home from work after the fearless flyer is distributed, someone remind me what a zoo that place can be around dinner time and after the mass flyer mailing. All I wanted was some organic lemonade, cranberry lemonade, some Luna bars, soy milk, spinach loaf, and something quick to throw in the oven for dinner and lunch tomorrow. Thankfully they had everything I wanted but I about had to fight for my life to make it down the aisles and get out of there in one piece.

Am I the only one who follows the rule we were taught all those years ago in grade school and followed in the military world? Walk on the right side of the aisle people! I promise you the traffic will flow that much smoother. Sheesh. I try to be patient but I'll be honest and own up to this being one of my pet peeves. Must be the old captain of the safety patrol training kicking in and being a part of who I am to this day.

Yes, you read it here first. I am a former safety patrol geek. I sported my vinyl orange shoulder belt and wore my special shiny silver badge with pride. Come on, you know that's hot. You put me back in one of those and I swear I'll get all of you rebels to walk on the right side of the aisle. Think ebay has one? Better watch out...I can just see it now.

I'm off to eat some dinner, love on the kitties, and be a good friend and call those special women in my life who I owe calls to.