Common sense, X, removed from life

For the last several days I’ve felt an overwhelming need to sit down and listen to the steady click-click-click of keys as I ramble about my day’s events. Blogging is so much cheaper than therapy…and right about now, I need to blog.

In no particular order…

A very common sense-ish directive was given me.  Thankfully it was not delivered in person because I’m certain my you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look would’ve betrayed any sense of sweetness in my reply.  What do you even say?  Do you need to reply?  Can I send an emoji with a little face with a straight-lined mouth?  Can I hashtag #RME (Rolling my eyes)?

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Big cheese:  “Feel free to ask any questions you might have.”  I’ve been given this directive time and time again in my nearly 7 years at the poop plant.

Today I inquired about rounding up.  It wasn’t anything big.  It was rounding up.  It was legit.  I had back-up info to go along with my inquiry.  Back-up info that was ATTACHED to my inquiry.

As opposed to giving me an answer, I received a snarky phone call.  Did I mention it was 8:15? 

The more days I mark through with a big fat “X” the giddier my little heart gets.  One more day.  In 13 days, the number of days will be double digits.  It’s a glorious thing.

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My 3^rd observation this week is, well, it’s more of an inquiry.  Have I checked-out of life recently?  Have I removed myself from friends and people that I no longer know what’s going on? 

As of late, I’ve felt the need to announce, “I think I need a hug.”  You have to be careful saying that outloud because…  A) you’ve not met my co-workers.  B) I work with the public *shudders.* 

I don’t know what’s going on and I really can’t pinpoint it.

Do you ever feel like you are standing on the brink of changes and you aren’t really sure WHAT is going to change but something is going to change?  Maybe I’m going to change.  Maybe this is the place the Lord needs to bring me…to the brink.  It’s scary there.  I mean, it’s not scary-scary like I don’t lay awake at night thinking, oh dear, what’s going to happen tomorrow?  Nor do I fret over it.

It’s more of a peace like SOMETHING BIG COULD BE COMING…but then the gal who’s cup is half empty wonders if this is just a passing thing and it’s not really going to change.  I don’t like my cup half empty.  It’s not me. 

So I leave you with this randomness…and this heartfelt post about what has been happening in my world this week.

Oh and did I mention that it’s ridiculously humid?  Thank the Lord that I’m single and don’t have to justify my Amazon purchase of Biomega’s Behaved hair product.  I would justify by saying – I do not want to look like Dianna Ross or the 6^th member of the Jackson 5!!!  Curly hair struggles.  They are very real especially when it’s very humid.

Have a wonderful day!!!