Weather

Here is a picture of what greeted me when I got to work this morning. I was estatic. I don't know why I get such a kick out of foggy, rainy weather.

It's cozy, for starters. I love the idea that I can wear something warm. I always find myself wanting to snuggle up with my husband and watch a movie while sipping on a cup of Sleepy Time tea.

But I think the other reason I like this weather is that I read too much. I don't really read typical 20-something fiction. If your main character lives in Manhattan and works for a fashion magizine, I'm highly uninterested in your book. Now, take me to England 500 years ago, and I'm yours! If your characters are wearing cloaks and running around the woods, that's also a plus.

So I guess the real reason that I like this weather is becuase I feel like my imagination is heightened. It's comfortable becuase I've already spent hours here. Well, not here, really. Middle Earth, Scotland, Narnia, Atlantis. I don't know that I would really care to read a book about someone that lives in Palmer Lake.

Tell me you can't see Aragorn riding through that mist.

Or Arthur and his knights starting out their quest for the Holy Grail.

Or an Atlantian princess out for a morning stroll through the hills her father's realm.

Of course you can.

Hmm, I'm sorry, Atlantis is calling, I must answer.

Working in an office Pet Peeve #1

I like that title, this may become a series. We’ll see.

I’m sure anyone that’s ever worked in an office setting has several of these pet peeves. The loud nose-blowing co-worker, coffee grounds in the coffee, the eternally broken copy machine are all common ones. But really, I’ve discovered this one has given me more trouble lately than I care to even admit.

Ask anyone that knows me well, one of the last words you could use to describe me is anal. I’ve come to terms with the fact that the kitchen at work is used by many different people. I understand that not everyone cares to be fastidiously clean. The problem comes when the line is crossed to unsanitary. That’s when I start to get cranky.

I really hate when I go to put my lunch in the microwave…I’m sorry did I say microwave, I mean a 6 sided Jackson Pollock painting with spaghetti sauce and dried re-fried beans and I have trouble fighting my gag reflex. Yummy. That makes me excited to eat lunch!

I don’t understand how difficult it is to cover your food. It takes two seconds. Maybe three if you have to fight with the paper towel holder.

So that’s fine! Leave your nasty food in the fridge to mold! Leave puddles of coffee on the counter! Just cover your soups, casseroles and Italian leftovers!