The only thing worse than working on a pretty, sunny Saturday is working on a pretty, sunny Sunday. Sunday should be about sleeping in and having a leisurely brunch.  Instead, I’m sitting under flourescent lights in a building with bad air, surrounded by people who would rather play on computers on a beautiful day than bask in the sunshine.

I was this close to not coming to work today.  I was going to call in sick and go on a little road trip to keep a friend company (the reward being both the company and a side trip to IKEA).  I was all prepared to do it, too.  I even woke up before my alarm went off at 5:30 and started to get dressed.  Alas, I was barely functioning on two hours’ sleep (and imbibed too many Bacardi Razz and 7-UPs last night, though sleep was a bigger factor) and had to wimp out.  As much as I love being spontaneous, I need at least four hours’ sleep or a big pot of coffee (which I had neither the energy to make nor procure at 5:30 this morning).  Sadly, if I’d only had the forethought to ask to be picked up rather than trying to motivate my slug-like body to drive so early in the morning, I probably would have been okay and enjoyed the trip.  After a nap in the car, of course.  So now I’m mourning both being inside on such a gorgeous day and missing out on the bountiful bargains at the home of Swedish housewares. 

Sigh… Sorry, Shannon.

Of course, I’m off next weekend…

Posted by Kristina in Musings in Life at 01:54 PM Permalink