By my utter lack of posting I guess you could tell that Girl Friday hasn’t been much in the mood for reflection. It’s been a tough winter, but I think with spring coming ’round so should I.
What helps the minutes pass by in the dreary working world? Not that I don’t like my job, but when you spend upwards of eight hours in an office forced to deal with people that may have been raised by wolves you look for the little perks in life. I’ve discovered that a smile from someone unexpected is as good as gold. I’ve found that a thoughtful act can remedy a month of having your feet in the fire.
I think we should all aim to be a little kinder to our coworkers, even when they have been unkind to us first. I am making a promise to myself to reserve my eye rolling, keep back my snarky comments, and check the muttered groans…at least eight times out of ten. If I can manage to do that I will bring much needed levity to my life and hopefully I’ll be in the mood for blogging again.
Smile, someone is thinking of you.
Oh blog, how I have missed you.
I had the pleasure of catching up with Latte Lady. It was wonderful. Latte Lady inspired me to confront my recent blog writer’s block. She misses the days of my incessant posting about annoying coworkers, antagonizing bosses, and ludicrous situations. I thought about why I haven’t felt brave enough to write work much lately.
Work is still as annoying as ever. Different office, same woes. (My brother has a different and way more crass way of saying that, but I’m trying to keep up the appearance that Girl Friday is a lady!) So if things haven’t really changed, then why have I?
To be honest, I haven’t been feeling like much of a Superheroine these days. I’m just holding it together, trying not to crack under the pressure. Instead of the ridiculousness fortifying my inappropriate sarcasms, it’s killing my sense of humor. And nobody wants a Debbie Downer.
So, I must resolve not to take life too seriously. I must remember that life is littered with friends and enemies, but I have a a discerning eye and I should know by now who I can trust. I can trust my blog, a true and constant friend.
I feel like how my grandmother must have felt when cars were invented. She was probably knew they would come in handy, but also probably sure she’d never learn how to use one.
I am using InDesign for work right now and I honestly don’t know how to use it. Now I know that I’ve said similar things before (like when I had to learn how to use Dreamweaver), but this is different. I have no actual interest or personal stake in learning this program. I highly doubt I will ever need to make a personal newsletter or a brochure. I would simply use this handy blog to keep my peeps informed.
Why oh why can’t I just blog about what’s going on the my department instead of having to put together an excessively wordy, very ugly, and time consuming NEWSLETTER!?
If the prospective readers are ANYTHING like me, they they will either chuck it in the bin or lose it under a stack of junk mail. At this point I am so desperate to complete the project I’m actually considering sneaky, underhanded ways of convincing my boss that I already sent the newsletter and her copy must have gotten lost in the mail.