Fall Cleaning

Today, I dedicated an hour to cleaning out my work computer. It has been working like a SNAIL lately. And I've got used to it - but then my boss had to use my computer when I was out last week and said, "YOU NEED A NEW COMPUTER." I'm such a pack rat. I save everything. I deleted so much shitty writing that I did, old IA schedules {did I really work that much? Geesh}.

While doing this, I realized I have been working at my current job for sooo long.  I got this job right out of college {literally two days after I graduated} because I freaked out and thought "Why don't I have a job yet?" See this post here. My favorite part of that post is this:

I haven't been "the new girl" in quite some time. . . like, 3 years, so it's a little strange walking in and not having everyone know me, and not know what I'm doing and know everything about the job inside and out. But, time, it takes time. Soon enough I will have tons of friends, know the job like the back of my hand, and be very very bitter. I can't wait!

Oh yes, I was definitely right. Being the new girl sucks, but I'm certainly not the new girl anymore. I'm the old girl. The oldie with back problems if I sleep less than 8 hours. The oldie who can't remember names of people she went to college with. Nope, not even the ones she hangs out with on the weekend. Kelly? Trevor? Whatever. I'll call them "peep 1 and peep 2".

Anyway, an hour later and so many documents have been deleted and disks have been cleaned... and still, my computer is working SLOW. Technology hates me. But a neater desk top helps.

A Sour Patch Day

 That's me and Kirsten playing Sour Patch Kid games.

Today at work I got really mad. Like, really really mad. I went into the supply room to recycle a box. Then I kicked the recyling bin and punched the box... and I hurt both my toe and my finger at the same time.

Why? 

Because I was done with it. I thought, "I'm going to leave and never come back!"

Then I walked out of work. And I breathed in some air, and I imagined running into my friend who lives around the corner and having him say, "How was work?" and I would say,

"Oh, it was terrible. Just awful. First, I had to do all this conference room re-arranging, and put dishes away because people left them piled in the sink and then I had to BREAK DOWN A BOX! Can you believe it? I had to take my scissors and cut through tape so that I could break down that box. And then, I opened up a YouTube video that the IT guy sent me to watch and it crashed my computer. Crashed it! And when I turned it back on - all of a sudden my mouse and keyboard wouldn't work so I had to keep re-starting it and..."

Catch my drift?

After walking out of that building literally none of it mattered. At all. And it sounded really stupid and silly even reciting it in my head. So then I forgot about it and moved on to the next dumb thought in my head like how it's legal for local convenience stores in my neighborhood to buy Sour Patch Kids in bulk, pour them into a container and re-sell them.

I'm not kidding.

ANYWAYS. THE POINT IS! Get mad then get over it. Or something. Think less about things that are stupid and more about Sour Patch Kids.

And! Play with font sizes.