Spring is in the air... my tummy is getting bigger (and not in a good way)
Sure it's almost the end of April and Spring arrived a long time ago, but it hasn't been until more recently that I could break out the open toed shoes and short sleeved shirts and skirts with no hose until about a week ago.
Despite the fact that I am genetically attuned to living in a humid tropical climate, I really enjoy this type of weather. Crisp air. The promise of a warmer day. This is the opposite of fall where it's crisp with promise of the impending winter. I'd rather be cold than too hot - you can't strip if you're hot, but you can add layers of you're cold.
Most of all, I just like being able to bare my legs. For some reason I prefer skirts and shorts to pants.
However with my ever fluctuating girth - considering my penchant to overeat pasta involved dishes - it's been frustrating to constantly feel like a yoyo. It may be easier to keep the weight off in the spring/summer... I always lose weight around this time of year... but I know I won't manage that if I manage to continue overeating.
I realized however that most of my overeating comes from some strange subconcious method of comforting myself. I think I am sad about E not being here and as a result I eat more. When he is here, I eat far less. If I keep this up I'll gain instead of losing weight while he is gone.
So this morning I am having Starbucks for breakfast and intend to make myself a sensible salad for lunch. Heh. I realize the Starbucks is probably not the way to go. But I could use the caffine.
Pains in the ****
It occured to me just now - where did the term "pain in the ass" come from?
I don't know about you, but unless I sit the wrong way, I rarely have pains coming from that part of my body. Perhaps the fact that it is so rare to experience pain there makes the term all the more special. But I just wonder where it came from.
I seem to have strained my neck. This past week I slept on it wrong. On Saturday I strained it while leaning over the table to address my friends' wedding invitations... somehow that made it worse... so yesterday I attempted to spend as little time moving around as possible. The funniest part if I really didn't feel better until I was sitting in my car, pressing the headrest into my neck. That was the best I felt!
Now I am at work and... ouch it's starting to feel stiff again. I remember when I was younger going through this, I used to just suffer through the pain and eventually it would go away. But man. It's been years since I had to experience anything like this. And it's not even that bad right now.
I can't imagine the sound of cracking when I turn my head is a good thing.
My Life as a Minion
My definition of Minion is someone who is required to do someone else's bidding. Whether it's an employer employee situation or customer and sales person situation.... the person who has to do what the other person tells them to or it affects their livelihood type of circumstance.. that person is a minion.
That having been said. I suppose on some level all of us are minions. Unless you own your own company and can leisurely travel and spend your money while other people, aka your minions, run your company for you and keep you posted on what going on - you are a minion.
But there are several levels of minionhood. I haven't really taken the time to define them all yet. I personally am currently in what I'd call the upper mid level of minionhood. I'm not really in charge of anything but I do have to direct a lot of people to do things for the benefit of my company and if I don't do my job effectively I'm kind of screwed - as would my company be. They are not exactly my minions but they are still minions - customer service work is a bitch - because they have to do the bidding of me, their client.
Quite frankly I think, unless you get a power trip, being and having minions is not all it's cut up to be. Unless you are on the lowest rung where there is nothing for you to do but your basic job which involves some type of manual labor that does not require any further thinking outside of say... emptying trash cans or watering plants.
Some days I think those people who choose those jobs have it right. Responsibility at the lower to upper middle levels is not worth the stress or additional white hairs you acquire.
If only I too could be the millionare who worked in a state cafeteria for the benefits.
