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Too Much Work!

I’ve been kinda quiet lately, right? I don’t know how I went from being super bored to being swamped every day. This job sucks. It seems that there is no in between. Half of the year is dry and boring with very little to do. The other half – this half – is ridiculously busy with lots of shipments coming in for Christmas. WARNING: HORRIBLY BORING JOB DETAILS! This means I spend my days doing purchase orders (PO’s) for incoming shipments, making a zillion adjustments (quantities, costs, etc) to them so they match the invoice the supplier sends us, and entering new items into the system. Then, when we get the bill from the freight forwarder, I have to work out the CIF and total cost (including ocean freight, inland freight, brokerage, exchange rates, and additional fees), enter them in the system, and play with numbers until it all balances. Then I receive the items (in the computer system) so the salespeople can see that they’re available for sale. Once that’s done, I print labels for the warehouse manager to stick on each item with item numbers and prices. That’s how we know if we have a shortage or surplus of items – based on how many stickers we’re left with. THEN, the fun part. I get to go to the super slow computer and make individual price tags for everything. I won’t even get into how involved that is. I’ve bored you enough already. Ugh. Did I mention that I HATE this job?!

I was in a funk earlier today. I sprayed some figurative perfume on myself. It’s sort of a sweet smell on top of the funk, but that’s the best that I can do for now. It has to work until I can get home for a (literal) shower. I’m eating Cheetos at my desk. For lunch, I’ll be having cheese and crackers. I miiight get shrimp fried rice from the world’s worst Chinese take-away around the corner. Just because I’m kind of a big eater. Cheese and crackers won’t cut it. Babe packed some Oreos, but I don’t eat them outside of home. Black cookie remnants on teeth? Not cool. There are M&Ms in my bag too, but I always feel like I need to save them for a really sad situation. Hahaha. M&Ms are THAT serious in my life. M&Ms and Coke.

Okay, time to lighten this post up. Time to be me (read: random).

My dad is going to Florida on the weekend. This means I get to WIN! WOO! *pulls you up to dance with me* I gave him an envelope with some (read: not enough) money inside, and a list on the back. Toothpaste, soap, closet organizer, something random I don’t remember at the moment, and VFFs! My first choice is these in silver and green. He’s already called one store in the area, and they don’t have that colour. My second choice is the magenta/orange/grey. They’re pretty hot, right? Answer: YES! Haley over at Green Plate Dinners introduced me to them, and I’m grateful. I’m excited about getting them. I just hope I picked the right size. You have to measure your foot from heel to longest toe and consult a size chart to figure out what size to get. Really, it’s ideal to be able to fit, but I’m not travelling any time soon. I’m just hoping for the best, and you can hope right along with me! šŸ™‚ This is my first big step toward training for my first 5k. You can read more about VFFs here and here. I’ll do a review once I’ve tried them out.

[Hold on, I’ll be right back.]

WOWZAH! I’m feeling BLESSED right now.Ā *does the Holy Ghost dance with a baptist dip and spins with tambourine in hand*I was wondering about my lunch. You know this if you’ve read this far. A saleswoman just called me out front. There was my great-grandmother. She came straight from church (midweek noon service) and brought me her lunch (which they serve after the service). How sweet! How perfect. I LOVE that little lady. That reminds me that I need to tell you all about something concerning her. It’s a bit personal, but I’d like some feedback. Fresh perspective.

Okay, I have LOTS to price. I’ll try to do better with posting. I may have to write in advance (from home), and have Babe email the posts to me so I can post them from work. We still don’t have the internet at home. Crazy, I know. We’re making it though! We’re hardcore. Hahahaha.

Hope your week is going well. If not, FEAR NOT. There are still a couple of days left, and the power is YOURS to make them great.

~Love & Blessings~

It’s All About Me

YAY! I got tagged in the 10 random facts about me thingy! Thank you, thank you, Vix! As if you don’t know enough already. I love coming up with new things to divulge about myself.

  1. I’m afraid of pretty much every animal. Baby lizards set me off into fits of screaming, jumping, and climbing. Seriously. I make myself look like a crazy person. Before AND after people around me realize what my problem is. That being said, it’s probably no shock that I don’t like animals. At all. The only ones I have any sort of interest in or kinda like are elephants and turtles. And of course, the wild, crazy ones like tigers. COOLNESS! But I’d only like the wild stuff to pet and take pictures with. That’s it. And I think peacocks are kinda cool. I like fish in aquariums. Those are the only pets I’d ever care to have. Because they’re pretty and add a little something to the ambiance. The water and everything. And they don’t leave fur or poop all over the place.
  2. I never drink from cans or bottles. No, wait. VitaMalt is always better from the bottle. It’s not the same once it has been poured out of the bottle, or sipped through a straw. Actually, VitaMalt in the can is awful. Nothing like the same greatness bottled. Other than that, I need a cup or a straw. Oh, water is an exception too. Water tastes AWFUL when sipped through a straw, doesn’t it?
  3. Of all the things in the world, I would most like to be a SAHM (stay-at-home mom) and housewife. It would suit me perfectly. I love a clean house. Cleaning the house is kind of like a religious experience for me. At times, I play a little music, and get in the zone, and BAM! I’m done. Then I revel in the total cleanliness and fresh scent of my home. At other times, I move through the house in silence, and clear my head. And the kitchen. Dear, sweet, holy goodness. Cooking and baking?! YES, PLEASE! I love a well-stocked kitchen. All the better for preparing favourite meals, and experimenting with new ingredients and/or untested combinations of ingredients. I LOVE IT. That should really be my life. Honestly. Of course, I’d spend a good bit of time blogging, and maybe even run a little home business. *shrugs* Busy bee is what I like to be. Actually, I’d even like to home-school my children for a little while. I think doing it all their lives would be an injustice to them.
  4. I really really really love food. Like, REALLY really. I am a foodie. I love grocery shopping, planning menus in my head, coming up with new ways to season things and put twists on otherwise ordinary dishes, cooking, baking, eating, sharing, getting and sharing reviews, eating out, finding cool new restaurants, figuring out what restaurants’ best menu items and strong points are… The entire process. Food, food, food. LOVES it!
  5. I like music. A lot. Lots of genres are okay with me. I can rock out, I can belt out (or lip sync) ballads, I can sway to R&B, I can sing-along to stupid, catchy pop songs, I can “buss a wine” to reggae tunes… I like pretty much any type of music. One of my favourite things to do is discover new music. I love finding out about (almost) unknown bands and singers (you know – the YouTube people who don’t get featured on Fox News), LOVING their music, getting it any way that I can, and waiting for them to be great. And of course, Ā proving my awesomeness to myself when I refrain from saying, “Yeah, well I knew about them 2 years before they have a video on MTV” when everyone starts talking about the new artist/band they suddenly LOVE. I’m now following a few people on WP who share their music finds, and OMgoshness! Love and appreciate it. New tunes for my iPod! WOO!
  6. I thrive on challenging myself. I’m constantly setting goals, and annihilating them. I do big things. Then I have a lull where I’m just normal. Ya know… Like you. (Kidding. Or not.) Then, I get all Oh-my-goshness!-I-should-totally-do-this-amazing-thing-just-because-I-KNOW-I-can-KILL-it. And then I think about it. THEN I research it to DEATH. Yes. To death. I find out everything I can. I go to about.com and read blogs and YouTube it and all this stuff. Then I get caught up in things that are remotely related to it. By that point, I’m completed obsessed with the whole brilliant idea, and want to blow my own mind, so I get AMPED-the-heck-UP. And I do it. E.g. Running. I read a blog post about SHOES. Running shoes. It made me think about running. I did a little reading on running. I wondered if I really hate running. No. I never really ran to know. Hmmm… I should run. I could probably do it. Hell. What am I saying?! I can SO run. ESPECIALLY if I get those super cool shoesĀ non-shoes. Yeah. I’m gonna run. Wait. What’s the challenge gonna be? What do runners do? Hmmm… MARATHONS. Yeah. I’m gonna marathon up in this mother! YES. Wait. That’s a lot… Blah, blah, blah. Then I decided to train for a 5k. And I (window) shopped online for gear. Everything running-related. Shoes, non-shoes, hydration belts, cool, funky shorts (because I will NOT be running in boring pants. No, ma’am!)… You see what I mean here? Challenges. And obsessions. I like ’em. Stay posted.
  7. I struggle with water drinkage. Majorly. It’s a work in progress. I have to be very conscious andĀ conscientiousĀ about it. I keep my 32oz. water bottle on my desk at work. Sometimes, I play little games with myself. E.g. Every time the phone rings, I drink two mouthfuls of water. Every time I heard a word used or pronounced incorrectly, I drink two mouthfuls of water. Weird? Funny? Whatever. Gotta do what ya gotta do! I’m getting there. Today, I’m not winning. I’ve had about 4oz. I know, I know. But listen… Two days ago, I only had 2oz. left in my bottle when I got home, and I finished it off when I got there. And yes, I know 32oz. is only half of what I should be drinking. Let me tell you this: Previously, I would go two weeks without having water AT ALL. See that there? Progress.
  8. I often lament about not having any talents. Particularly of the artistic sort. I wish I could draw. I wish I could paint. I wish I could sing. I wish I could dance. I wish I could sculpt random things and call them “art.” I wish ANYthing that ever leaves my hands (after being worked on or transformed in some way) could be called “art.” *sighs* It’s just not in me. I complain about this to Babe (who is a singer/songwriter), but of course, I get that indulgent, “there, there, pussycat” stuff. “You are talented. You’re a great writer…” Right. That’s why you’ve never asked me to co-write a song with you. šŸ˜¦ Oh, well. You like me, don’t you? Or my blog… Is that art?
  9. I secretly want to own and run a bakery. Brownies, cookies, cupcakes, cakes, muffins… Fun stuff. I want to take a cake decorating class. I want to learn to properly and prettily ice/frost cakes, work with fondant, etc. When will I be able to do this? I don’t know. It really may not be in this lifetime. But I really, really hope that it is. I love baking. And I’m pretty good at it. I want to share it with the world. But it has to look BETTER than good. I can decently frost a cake, but by bakery standards? Remember what I said about my artsiness? The fact that I lack it? Yeah. That.
  10. I make up words. And then I use them like they’re real. E.g. Artsiness, drinkage, foodage, goshness… I feel fine about adding “ness” and “age” to pretty much any words I need to use or make into a different part of speech. I see that as my right. I am a lyricist. A WRITER, dang it. If only by that definition where a person who does something is a somethinger. E.g. A cook is a cooker. Well, no. That didn’t work. A person who plumbs (does plumbing) is a plumber. Which reminds me, it cracks me up (and sometimes annoys me) that every Nancy and Bob with a camera calls her/himself a photographer. Seriously, you’re a hobbyist. Or whatever. Get off it. LOL.
Annnd, those are 10 random facts about me. I keep proving to you that I may be slightly insane, don’t I? You’re welcome. I know you appreciate my upfrontness (<—One of my originals). Hearts and butterflies, y’all! šŸ™‚
Oh, WAIT! I have to tag 4 people to do this funness (<—Another. And I’m SO not doing this on purpose)!