Recently, I sat down and had a talk with two people that I work very closely with. I was able to voice my concerns about things that have been bothering me at work lately. Prior to the discussion I had been sullen and moody, but I realized it took more energy to be mad than it did to just tell them how I felt. When I was done, I listened to them express their feelings and concerns. We attempted to come to a resolution and I feel that we did. Normally, this would be the point when I would think, they aren’t going to stick to it. I now feel that whether or not everyone sticks to what they said they would do is of no concern to me. In the end I will only be held accountable for my actions and those are the only actions that I have control over. I can only control how I react to what they do. I will not let anyone get the best of me.
Sometimes the stresses of the workplace can make you forget that it’s just a job. I’ve had to remind myself of that several times this week. It’s just a job. A job that I want to do well, but a job nonetheless. It neither makes me nor defines me. It’s simply my present source of income. When all is said and done, I don’t want the main thing people remember about me to be what job I held. I want them to remember the things I said and did.
Tiffanny and I went to lunch together. Sitting there at the table, we started to hash out things that we felt were bothering us at work. In the midst of what was probably going to turn into a nasty spiel about things that get on my nerves, I caught myself and decided that it was better to leave those stresses at work. The less I carry them around with me, the better I’ll feel. “You know what,“ I began, “I’m not going to talk about work anymore when we aren’t there. Instead, I’m only going to talk about things we like. I want to go get my face done at the M.A.C. counter tomorrow.“ Immediately, I felt better.
We ate lunch at Applebees. Earlier this week I said that I was going to start eating like a skinny girl who was trying to maintain her figure. I remind myself of this all day everyday and it has made it easier to pay attention to what I am eating. I ordered the Grilled Chicken Cesar Salad. They make the best Chicken Cesar Salad there. I rank it just above the Chicken BLT Salad at Wendy’s. After the salad, I ordered some apple pie thing that they serve on one of those fajita skillets, complete with a huge portion of ice cream and what I believe was a caramel drizzle. I took about three spoonfuls and left the rest on the table. As much as I love food and love to eat, it felt good to leave that huge ass dessert on the table.
I convinced Tiffanny that we needed to get out this weekend. We’ve both been in a funk this week and it was reflected in our attitudes on a daily basis. It’s time to “shake that load off” as a friend once said to me. Sometimes it’s hard not to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. I want to do something to put a smile on our faces.
We will be going to the bar with the poolside cabana beds. Jaime, Tiffanny, Qiana and I will be having a girl’s night out. No men, no work, no problems, no stress. Just four young, beautiful women out for a night on the town in a city that is full of entertainment if you know where to look. It has been so long since I’ve just hung out with the girls. We get to sit, drink and talk that shit that girls talk when we’re together. I’m ready.
I promised the world’s cutest five-year-old that I would take him to the movies again. I wish I could find a way to convince him to watch Finding Nemo again, but I doubt it would go over too well. His mother tells me he has his heart set on seeing 2 Fast 2 Furious. Too bad. I’m really loving all things Nemo.
I have appointments for both my hands, feet and hair this weekend. Pampering yourself is the best cure for the blahs. I am actually excited about going to all of these appointments. I’m planning a trip to Mesquite for some massage therapy at the spa. In the meantime, I promise myself a bubble bath this weekend with the coconut bath milk I got as a gift from my aunt.
A plan is in the works to make a trip to Lake Havasu for 4th of July. My birthday is next month on the 24th. 32! It is not what I imagined, but I am grateful for every experience and opportunity for learning that I have had. I’m still planning to party hard for that weekend. I’ve already been given the Monday and Tuesday afterwards off from work. Where’s the party at?
I’ll be in Los Angeles the weekend of the 20th. I get to see Mini-me, Granny, Dimples and Chocolate Dynamite too. I believe L.A. Pride is that weekend as well.
I am so excited that it is summertime. Even though the heat will be uncomfortable at times and I will wake up some days and curse it, I’d rather live in a city that has 355 days of sunshine a year than be somewhere freezing my toes off in the winter.
The days have been too pretty to spend with frowning faces, bruised egos and harsh words. I’d rather be out in it, having a good time, laughing, living and making memories that will last a lifetime.
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