Pleasant Surprise
I suddenly realized that today is Thursday, not Wednesday as I seemed to think. This is the best thing that has happened to me at work this week. Do you ever do that, forget what day it is and have it work out in your favor? I often *feel* like it is Thursday when it is Tuesday or something like that, *feel* like it is later in the week than it is. Rarely am I so delightfully wrong and find myself closer to the weekend than previously thought. Well done, Thursday, well done.
This couldn't have happened on a better day seeing as I overslept and had to make a mad dash to work this morning. Evidently the lady in the Ford Focus woke up in plenty of time given her speed of 50 mph on 315 north. It is always incredibly frustrating to be running late when the rest of the world seems to be early or on time based on the speed of traffic. But I was only 15 minutes late and I've been making up time throughout the week and will work into the evening to further make up time as I have yet another follow up appointment with my neuro-ophthalmologist this afternoon. I'm pretty sure I've gone to various doctors' offices eleven times since June 4, a frequency rivaling that of the elderly. I'm hoping this will be my last visit to this particular specialist until next year since I'll be going to the MS Clinic on September 2. Surely they can take care of my MS-related visual disturbance (which is pretty much done at this point). This is actually my second MD appointment this week as I saw my GP on Mondayso I could fork over some money to get my fucking prescriptions refilled for a six-month check up. As much as I like my GP, I'm going to break up with her just to get rid of the co-pay and twice annual visits. I like my gynecologist more (sorry GP!) so I'll just see if she can act as my primary. Let's face it, if I'm letting you stick things into my vagina, I am obviously trusting you. If I don't have an intimate and loving relationship with you and I'm letting you stick foreign objects into the old girl, I'm most likely trusting you with my health. Therefore, I think you can handle my thyroid condition and mental madness.
All Dressed Up Like I Was Going to Walmart
Have you seen the Giant Eagle Market District? This is a humongous grocery store with an eat in cafe, Willy Wonka type candy aisle, and a fantastic wine and beer section. It even has a soda fountain of wine! I went there a few weeks ago and fell in love, so much so that I was all eager and excited to go again last night. Granted, I just hang out in the wine, prepared food, and flower section because I'm not big on crowds, but the possibilities of what I might be able to do if I crossed the threshold between produce and the rest of the store keep me wanting to go back again and again. The first time I went, I did a little walk through with J and saw a make-your-own-vinaigrette station near what appeared to be a fairly large international foods section. I could make a curry dish! Or samosas! Or maybe a fresh pasta dish! Not that I would of course, but I could, the options are there for me now. The coffee/tea aisle looked pretty wicked as well. I really need to get over my fear of being crowded/need an exit at all times/fake ass agoraphobia so that I can explore this place. The puffy, solid-yellow, sunflowers I bought last night are lovely, but they aren't going to feed this girl (and if I'm honest, neither is the turkey and swiss sandwich I purchased).
The funniest thing about this place is that I treat going there like an event. "Any plans for the weekend?" "Yes, I'm going to the Market District!" It's just so big that it feels like a mall and I could probably get lost in there for a really long time. It's like how people treat Whole Foods or Trader Joe's; it isn't just a store, it's an experience. God damn, Giant Eagle must have hired a really good marketing expert because I can't believe I just referred to a grocery store, which sells tampons, plungers, fish, and trash bags, as "an experience." But maybe I should turn this blog into a low budget 'life and style' type of thing. I could write opinion pieces about my favorite 'hot spots' in the city from The Market District to the various locations of "Half Price Books", where they never have what I want and, as J once said "people go to fart in public." I could delve into the 'style' portion by writing long and involved articles about the $20 dresses that can be found at Target and how best to sort through the nightmare of a Kohls sales rack. There would, of course, be a special piece detailing my own personal wardrobe with the year of purchase listed for each item (the jeans I'm wearing now? at least three years old). I could even expand into the culinary world and give tips on how to subsist on string cheese, oatnut bread, smart balance, and fruit roll ups. A low rent Martha Stewart, if you will.
I suppose if this office gig I have doesn't work out, I could give that a shot. And, just to add some color to this post, here is a cartoon I drew this morning and sent to my former boss upon receiving notice from a client that we will be receiving a case in a specialty I will now have to recruit. Happy Thursday!
I suddenly realized that today is Thursday, not Wednesday as I seemed to think. This is the best thing that has happened to me at work this week. Do you ever do that, forget what day it is and have it work out in your favor? I often *feel* like it is Thursday when it is Tuesday or something like that, *feel* like it is later in the week than it is. Rarely am I so delightfully wrong and find myself closer to the weekend than previously thought. Well done, Thursday, well done.
This couldn't have happened on a better day seeing as I overslept and had to make a mad dash to work this morning. Evidently the lady in the Ford Focus woke up in plenty of time given her speed of 50 mph on 315 north. It is always incredibly frustrating to be running late when the rest of the world seems to be early or on time based on the speed of traffic. But I was only 15 minutes late and I've been making up time throughout the week and will work into the evening to further make up time as I have yet another follow up appointment with my neuro-ophthalmologist this afternoon. I'm pretty sure I've gone to various doctors' offices eleven times since June 4, a frequency rivaling that of the elderly. I'm hoping this will be my last visit to this particular specialist until next year since I'll be going to the MS Clinic on September 2. Surely they can take care of my MS-related visual disturbance (which is pretty much done at this point). This is actually my second MD appointment this week as I saw my GP on Monday
All Dressed Up Like I Was Going to Walmart
Have you seen the Giant Eagle Market District? This is a humongous grocery store with an eat in cafe, Willy Wonka type candy aisle, and a fantastic wine and beer section. It even has a soda fountain of wine! I went there a few weeks ago and fell in love, so much so that I was all eager and excited to go again last night. Granted, I just hang out in the wine, prepared food, and flower section because I'm not big on crowds, but the possibilities of what I might be able to do if I crossed the threshold between produce and the rest of the store keep me wanting to go back again and again. The first time I went, I did a little walk through with J and saw a make-your-own-vinaigrette station near what appeared to be a fairly large international foods section. I could make a curry dish! Or samosas! Or maybe a fresh pasta dish! Not that I would of course, but I could, the options are there for me now. The coffee/tea aisle looked pretty wicked as well. I really need to get over my fear of being crowded/need an exit at all times/fake ass agoraphobia so that I can explore this place. The puffy, solid-yellow, sunflowers I bought last night are lovely, but they aren't going to feed this girl (and if I'm honest, neither is the turkey and swiss sandwich I purchased).
The funniest thing about this place is that I treat going there like an event. "Any plans for the weekend?" "Yes, I'm going to the Market District!" It's just so big that it feels like a mall and I could probably get lost in there for a really long time. It's like how people treat Whole Foods or Trader Joe's; it isn't just a store, it's an experience. God damn, Giant Eagle must have hired a really good marketing expert because I can't believe I just referred to a grocery store, which sells tampons, plungers, fish, and trash bags, as "an experience." But maybe I should turn this blog into a low budget 'life and style' type of thing. I could write opinion pieces about my favorite 'hot spots' in the city from The Market District to the various locations of "Half Price Books", where they never have what I want and, as J once said "people go to fart in public." I could delve into the 'style' portion by writing long and involved articles about the $20 dresses that can be found at Target and how best to sort through the nightmare of a Kohls sales rack. There would, of course, be a special piece detailing my own personal wardrobe with the year of purchase listed for each item (the jeans I'm wearing now? at least three years old). I could even expand into the culinary world and give tips on how to subsist on string cheese, oatnut bread, smart balance, and fruit roll ups. A low rent Martha Stewart, if you will.
I suppose if this office gig I have doesn't work out, I could give that a shot. And, just to add some color to this post, here is a cartoon I drew this morning and sent to my former boss upon receiving notice from a client that we will be receiving a case in a specialty I will now have to recruit. Happy Thursday!
