Being hot and tired almost made me change my mind, as did the realization that I’d be heading into rush hour traffic on a street currently under construction. It would’ve been so easy to just go straight home and change into shorts and have dinner. I could always go tomorrow, I figured. No, because by then I would really change my mind about it. Let’s go! I did not say any of those thoughts out loud, mind you, and I don’t have multiple personalities, but I guess the grown up me was giving a pep talk to lazy me.

“I did!” She laughed and continued, “I’ve heard of ‘Dancing with the Stars’, but not ‘Dancing with the Receptionist’!”

– My coworker and I have started a mental list of things we wished we had never heard from our other coworkers. Those topics include certain medical procedures (involving scopes), suggestive phrases like: “Daddy likes!”, “Come in through the back door” and “Get it up!”, certain images, etc. The list goes on. It’s what we call an “active document”. You can always add to it.

– I’m requesting some vacation days for mid June. Just a few days that will run into the weekend, so that technically I’ll have five days off. Requesting days off in this new position might get tricky, since we have to make sure there’s enough coverage for the phones while I’m gone. But I have to use my days, I’ve got a little under 20 vacation days to burn off before the end of the year.

– Yesterday while I was on the phone with another coworker from another department, he asked me to look something up on the computer. While I was checking on his info, he asked, “Has anyone told you today that you’re awesome?” I said, “Um, no, actually, they haven’t!” So he told me that I was awesome and then I said he needed to call me at 2:45 each day to say that to me again. He said he’d mark it on his calendar.

– Since it is Summer-hot this week, I decided to wear shorts on my walk after work and show off my pasty-white (“ivory bisque”) legs. Turns out 99% of the people who were walking or jogging on the same path had not soaked up the rays recently either, so I didn’t feel self-conscious.

I decided this weekend that my Swiffer was too frustrating, and I decided to go old school. I bought a regular broom and dustpan. I don’t know what the big difference is, really. The Swiffer didn’t “trap” as much dirt as they say in the commercials, it was pretty much sweeping things around like a regular broom. I suppose I’ll use it for just touch up. But there wasn’t any messing around with the broom, it helped a great deal. Then after I swept the floors, I decided to mop them. Again, I use a regular mop, now, not a Swiffer WetJet (which requires oodles of AA-size batteries) or a Swiffer Mop. I felt very accomplished, and I’m proud of my floors.

On Sunday while I was talking to my mom, I looked down at my shoes and realized they had seen better days. They were falling apart. After I shared my revelation with my mom, I went off to the shoe store and bought a few pairs o’shoes. I almost bought some gloriously cute, blue tennis shoes. Then I turned and found what I was looking for – proper walking shoes, the kind that are supposed to tone the muscles. There were three kinds, though. There was a pair of black shoes, but they were more like clogs, without any back to them. It would be hard enough to learn to walk with their rocking chair type of sole, but there also wasn’t any support. Then I tried another pair on with a back, and those were way too chunky and made me look weird.

And then, like the story of Goldie Locks and the Three Bears, the third pair was just right. Awesome, in fact. It didn’t have the curve the other two did. Instead, there were air pockets up under the ball of the foot and near the back. Soooo comfortable. I also bought some red sandals. Anyway, I paid for my shoes and then put my new walking shoes on once I got to the car.

I had Borders on my mind since last Thursday, so I decided to check out their book selection, find something I want to read and then go to the adjacent coffee shop to chill. I like their selection of books on psychology, so I headed over there. I wound up buying a book called “The Pocket Therapist” by Therese J. Borchard. Page after page of helpful advice the author has gathered from therapists throughout the years. I’m only half way through it, but I have been able to take so much of what she has written and store it in my head for the next time I need to motivate myself or calm down….which is usually several times a day.

Also bought a card game that is supposed to help you bring out your creative abilities. I misunderstood the idea and thought it was a card game about dreams and how to manipulate them while we sleep. I might have to take that one back and see if I can buy something else. And yuss, I actually saved the receipt! It’s a miracle!

Oh and I did take my book and go to the coffee shop. I ordered a white chocolate mocha and a lemon-flavored muffin. Both were worth the money.