Poinsetta

I have a poinsetta in my office that has been there since before christmas. We had a "holiday get together" for the building, and I ended up with a little poinsetta in my office. It's festive.

Well it is now June, and I have watered it regularly, and it is still going. It is getting so big that I think it may need repotting soon. I have it in a sunny window and it is just thriving. I am unsure what to do with it, however. As I understand it, poinsettas are poisonous to pets and I would hate to poison my pets...

I guess it'll stay in my office until I leave, and then what? Move with me to a new company? I could come up with a great story for the poinsetta and why it keeps on living. Change the story as my fancy takes me. Hmmm... not a bad idea.

It's Hot

95 degrees yesterday and 92 for a high today. It's hot. It's summer.

The pool in our apartment complex is open, though, so I'm excited! And I get new pool toys tonight. A squishy ball that looks like a penguin and a wobbly ball. Little things make my day.

"That's it, I Quit!"

What does it take for someone to get to that point. Not everyone likes their job. Mine is only okay. But to quit? It seems so wrong. I have had a long Friday in which I feel like I cannot complete anything. This afternoon it got better, however I still feel underwater. How deep do you have to be to quit, though. Or is it boredom that makes someone leave?

How about other things in life. Should we all be able to quit so easily when things are not going the way we want them to? Maybe we should. Maybe all this responsible, see it through stuff is just nonsense that our parents made up in order to get us to fold the socks or clean our rooms.

What would the world be like if we all didn't do what we don't like doing?

New Blog

I recently started a new blog (about all those bad office things people do-- it makes me feel good at work when I have an outlet) and have been ignoring my thoughts blog. So I have lots of pent up thoughts, of course. I don't know if I'll stick to it, though. Maybe my life is interesting enough. I'm going to add some of that in.

I went home this weekend. Saw the fam. It was fun. I listened to Bridget Jones on CD in the car. How funny that reading (or listening to) a book can influence you. I know it's just a story, created to amuse, but Bridget works to become more confident, poised, etc. and I wonder if I need to do that. I'm not extreme, in that I have not gone out and purchased a library of self help books or taken holday to Thailand and gotten arrested or started counting calories that I eat and obsessing about my weight. In relating to the character, though, I do just that, relate to the character. I am almost done with the book, but to finish (before it is due back to the library of course) I am listening on the way to work. It makes me want to stay in my car and listen when I park. Funny how a book can suck you in.