Yesterday, 3:00 PM, Office
Coworker: I just came back from getting my free flu shot. Are you going?
Self: I’m anti-flu shot.
Awesome indeed. Especially because I woke up today and VIOLA! I think I have the flu. Ah, hubris.
I am so not that smart when it comes to getting sick. I’ve had a bit of a sore throat since Tuesday and then this morning I woke up extremely congested. I went to an audition anyway (what? why?!) and on the way from the audition to work I thought “Wow. My muscles are SUPER sore. Must’ve been that gym workout! I AM SUCH A SUPER WORKER OUTER!” And then I was all, “Self? You have not gone to the gym since Sunday. That is totally not the reason.” I got to work and started shivering and I think now is when I will cave in and say that yes, my body is sick.
We’ve been talking in philosophy about what we ARE exactly. Technically, we are made up of the body, the mind, and the heart. We have these things but that’s not WHAT we are. This has been such a wonderful discovery for me. I am not my body. It is an instrument for my use. And holy crap, the instrument is SICK man, sick. It really is so unfortunate. Especially since someone is getting married in two days and it is kind of important for me not to be blowing my nose on the dance floor. I bought super cute shoes for this occasion and I WILL BE GOING.
Also, I have a very cute dress to wear.
It took me forever to find such a dress. My options seemed to be SUPER LONG AND FANCY WITH SPARKLES PLUS EXTRA SPARKLES or POLKA DOTTED WITH EXTRA POOFY SERIOUSLY IT’S POOFY. I decided against both options lest I look like a Long Island girl going to a Sweet 16 in Dix Hills. At my age, I think it’s finally time to stop shopping in the Juniors Department. Ah, my youth.
So, I ordered a very grownup dress offline but when it arrived, the Roommate vetoed it immediately.
“Not only does it look like you’re going to a funeral but it looks like you’re going to a funeral in the Victorian Era.”
I don’t even know what that MEANS but I returned it and bought a dress that does not look like Death From Consumption.
It has all the things I like in a dress:
It hits my legs in the perfect spot, it is a pretty color and it has padding in the boob area.
All very important for people like me who have nice legs and no boobs.
I know I’m not supposed to blog about work but that’s really all that’s going on with me lately. A ton of work and auditions and classes that I signed up for months ago that ALL HAPPENED THIS WEEK. (Hence, the flu? Maybe?) But work is so much better than I ever thought it would be. I am so much happier when I’m on a set schedule. I find it easier to eat well and sleep well and just BE well when I’m in a routine. (With the exception of this week from hell of course and one minor panic attack last Monday that caused me to call my therapist and beg for a session. CLASSY!)
I was feeling super bad about leaving the job to audition even though it was okayed by the boss before I began. So far this week, I came in late three times and left early once to get the twins from preschool giving me a grand total for the week of ONE FULL WORKDAY. I emailed my boss to apologize and promised to be here every single day next week. She emailed me a response. It said:
“No problem! You should take advantage of every audition!”
I love you. 4 REAL. 4 EVA. Love, Laura.
The people I work with are fantastic. (WHO KNEW!? I wasted so much time dreading this whole experience!) Although, on Halloween, I went trick or treating from cubicle to cubicle and I have to say, I was totally disappointed. All I got were some of those taffy type candies? (GARBAGE) and flavored tootsie rolls (SERIOUSLY, GARBAGE). A tootsie roll is bad enough but a LIME FLAVORED TOOTSIE ROLL? I told my coworker to seriously reconsider taking that candy home and giving it out to kids, unless he wanted his house egged.
The next day he brought in mini Twix bars.
I’m going to go to sleep forever and when I wake up, I will be magically cured and dancing my face off at Regina’s wedding. I really hope they play an uptempo swing song so Tom and I can bust a move. Or that “Let’s Twist Again Like We Did Last Summer” song. I don’t know why but I love that song.