And the Saga continues...

I'm thinking that there's so much going on at work, I should just make it into a epic tale. A Tale of Woe, if you will...well, sort of. And I'll give it a title. Something like, "The Adventures and Misadventures of PostGrad in an Uneducated World." Nice ring, don't you think?

Chapter One: PostGrad the Enforcer
It's summertime, and the kiddies are out of school. What to do, what to do? I know! Let's go up to the leasing office and play with the water cooler! I know that a plague of summer vacation can often be chronic boredom. But with everything that's on TV, and the boundless capacities of a child's imagination, shouldn't one be able to find something to do? However, since parents here are nothing like what they used to be and seem to take no interest in what their children do, even though they may be sitting at home collecting a check (and dust), we've had to institute a rule that no child can be in the office without a parent. No more free cookies, no more water cooler games. I actually saw a kid trying to steal twenty four teabags from the coffee bar, not realizing I had a perfect view of what he was doing. I just want to scream, "Where are your parents? GO HOME!"
Then, later this afternoon, as I was walking a key over to the other side of the property, I hear someone's sound system blasting the music out. How generous of this individual, I think, to share his or her music with the better part of the CSRA! This, however, is not a nightclub. I walk over to the car, tap on the window, and kindly ask the guy to turn the music down, telling him that this was "a residential area." God, that felt good.
What have we learned from all this? Give PostGrad a little power, she becomes a Nazi.

Ain't she cute...

I haven't been to the gym in a week. Over a week. Between work craziness and my mom's surgery, I haven't had the desire. I know I keep saying I need to just go, no talking myself into it or out of it, just go, but last week was just too much. At one point, I went nearly 72 hours without sleep, and when my mom was in the hospital, I spent my free time there and not the YMCA.
In the meantime I'm on a cleaning kick - my room, my bathroom, my brother's room (it's become storage). I never realized just how much junk I have. It's going to be a bitch when I move out. And on that note, I'm still looking for other jobs. It's becoming more and more apparent that this is not a job I want for much longer. I don't regret the experience, but I can't take the environment. We can't get anything done because we're too busy battling the daily vandalism, the bad attitudes, the crime, both petty and not-so-petty. I don't feel safe there, and I'm a pretty tough chick. Even the little kids there are horrible. I feel more like SuperNanny (a name which they're actually started calling me around the office) rather than WonderLeaser. Fortunately I have been able to remain calm and professional through everything, but I am not being paid enough to have to put up with this crap.

*UPDATE*
Yet another PostGrad Shock: First Summer Vacation with a Full Time Job. 'Nuff said.

Now this is an issue...

I am not quite sure why, but I find myself moving into a pattern whenever I am slightly broke and am awaiting a paycheck. I window-shop online. Not only that, I plan out all the things I might have denied myself during the period of broke-ness. It's like a countdown to the possibility of impulse-buying, sort of. For one, I seriously need a pedicure. Even more than that, my eyebrows are starting to look like caterpillars. I start thinking of all the things I can do with the money after I pay my bills. (Hey, at least I figure in bill paying to the equation.) However, it's getting to be such a habit that I'm starting to wonder if it's not a little unhealthy. For what am I trying to compensate? I guess I'm just trying to figure it out before it goes too far and I don't even have bill money anymore.

Ergh.

But if this is the biggest one of my problems, I should just consider myself lucky!

Aha!

Bourdain is a genius. A bullshit-free wordsmith, a laid-back badass. The person I could never be, but whose trail I am more than eagerly following. Not to mention sexy as hell, and totally not my type. Most of the places to which he travels I wouldn't go myself, but I feel like he brings them to me through his writing and his televised experiences.
What's all this about? Well, I found an episode of "No Reservations" I haven't seen yet. God bless the Travel Channel.
Enough waxing poetic.

I've been doing well with my workouts. I'm finally starting to see a few changes in my body. I'm eating better, and less. My only thing is, I seem to find days in the week that I just don't want to work out (other than the weekends). In fact, I'm more likely to go work out on a Saturday or Sunday than, say, a Monday. I want to, just for one week, to go five days in a row. I've discovered how much I like swimming, and that it seems to give me a good workout in less time than just doing the treadmill and weights.
And another discovery: Healthy Choice Meals. Not too bad. Not entirely devoid of taste, but they do the trick and keep me from eating alot of crap. The Beef Merlot in the "Cafe Steamer" variety was actually pretty damn good, and almost too much food! My friends always tell me that it surprises them just how little I really do eat. I don't know whether that's like a veiled insult or not. ("Geez, you look like you would eat so much more! Like, a whole buffet, perhaps? You sure you don't want more?") It doesn't take much to get me full, and trust me, it SUCKS. I love food. I wish I could eat more. But that would be totally counterproductive. Rats.

*sigh*

I probably should NOT have driven home tonight. Oh well...Who cares?

Mother's Day?

I guess every female is open to it, but on the second Sunday of each May, someone always seems to wish me a "Happy Mother's Day." But that's the thing: I'm not a mother. I'd said, "Thank you, but I'm not a mother," but eventually just shortened it to "Thank you." To get irritated is really just silly; how would anyone know whether I am a mother or not? When I told someone I wasn't a mother, she said, "Well, you're a sister or a niece or a cousin, and that's what the day is about." Really? Is it? Wouldn't that take away from the general idea? If it were about that, then it would be "Female Family Member Day." Hold on, let me email Hallmark and see what cards they can come up with. I bet you they could market it.
Beyond that, it makes me think. Do I really want to be a mother? I honestly don't know. Right now I know it's a no, and nothing can change my mind. No matter how many babies I hold or take care of, no matter how many cute pregnant women I see, it doesn't make me want to do it myself. And I do love children. I know it's entirely up to me, but why do I feel like this means there's something wrong with me?

*Giggles*