I think, “Happy Friday,” is a new holiday I’ve sort of created in my head. When Friday comes around, my work day is better than any other day, and I’m so happy when I get to say to everyone, “It’s Friday!” “Happy Friday!” I guess I’m that dork at work that reminds everyone that it’s Friday. What am I Bad Santa? The employee that can’t wait to get off work lol; that’s waited all week for the week to be over, so she can do whatever she wants.
I admit it; that’s me. I’m so ready to get off and do things my way, on my schedule. Here’s the thing, I love work. I like dealing with people and figuring stuff out. Things need to be done. Deadlines must be met. Attitudes maintained. I have to check my email all day. Remind myself to drink water. Eat some sort of lunch.
About lunches at work: since my man has moved in, I eat a decent lunch everyday. He makes me a turkey, provolone on hearty Arnold bread (look at me, like Lucille Ball, dropping brand names), when he’s got a sec, he throws a bag of chips for me on top. Then, on my way out, I grab the sandwich from the fridge, toss it into a bag, with the chips (if they’re are) and add an apple and either a string cheese or a bar, preferably with some extra protein. I space it out, and I feel a lot better performing throughout the day. Shocker right?
I know it makes logical sense, but I have a bad habit of marathoning at work. And that’s why I think I look forward to Fridays. I’m definitely not a Bad Santa. I have a habit of wanting to be in “adventure mode” at every second. There has to be excitement, and there has to be a finish line. Get ’em, got it, good. So, while, I make my days more exciting, I’m so knocked out by schedules and tick tocking on Fridays, I crash like a raced out horse. Finding the balance so that I don’t crash is a mystery to me still. Any ideas?