My Mid-Day Thought.

"Slow days like today make me miss the fast-pace of retail. Then I have to give myself shock therapy for thinking such blasphemous thoughts"

How I Became Addicted to Diet Coke.

Caffeine might just be my best friend, if I wouldn't have meet my Husband when I did (and if California allowed it) I would have married a extra large Diet Coke from McDonalds.

Don't ask me what it is about us Diet Coke Heads, but we seem to dominate the retail world.  Every single Store Manager I ever worked under was addicted to Diet Coke, along with the co-managers, assistant manager, so on and so on. It got so bad at one point that our vending machine had two spots for Diet Coke! Yikes!

The exposure began in High School, for some reason when I wore size 3 jeans I felt that I needed to drink as much diet soda as possible. My new ever-expanding waistline might need the diet soda, but back then it was foolish to make that my drink of choice. Next thing I knew I was drinking Diet Coke and staying up till 4am. 

Ah, the life of a teenager!

By the time I was working full-time and going to college full-time I was a full fledge Diet Coke addict, I needed it to survive. Since everyone else I knew was an addict, so I felt right at home. 

To this day I am still a Diet Coke head... and Husband hates it. I think mostly because he hates Diet Coke flavored kisses, but he tolerates my addiction because he loves coffee (and Red Bull) and might even have a little bit of a problem himself. 

The first step is admitting it, right?

My Daily Walk

Yow know that older, retired couple that you see every morning walking the dog around the block, and then again every night?

That's totally going to be us.

I mentioned a few blogs back that I have been devoting an hour of my day to exercise. I have learned a few things in the last week:

1) Husband is the "Anti-Runner", nothing I do or say will ever convince him that running is a good thing. He believes that with each running stride he is slowing unweaving the fabric of time and refuses to be the reason the universe implodes. (I don't know if that is 100% true. Honestly, I think he is just lazy, but I'm giving him benefit of the doubt.)

2) Husband will walk anywhere with me as long as I don't start sprinting.

3) We have a superawesometotallyamazing park really close to us that allows dogs. Every time I go there it's like I died and went to park heaven. I sorta live in the ghetto, this park is a very unexpected surprise!

4) Sometimes I out-walk the dogs, and then I am forced to carry them uphill. They are beyond spoiled.

5) I am a walking maniac, if I am alone I can walk until my music playlist has cycled through every song.

6) I think I love walking so much because I used to spend hour upon hour on my feet and work and now I spend hour upon hour on my bum. 

Just throwing it out there, this is an unexpected but totally awesome side effect of not working retail anymore. I loving coming home to the sun still shining, an awake husband, and excited puppies!

A New and Unique View of Monday

Monday used to be my favorite day of the week.  After a long and difficult weekend of sales, I knew I was always going to be the opening manager, and I would be lucky enough to have my "office day" where I could clean up from the hectic weekend and write the schedule for the following week. It was a great time where I could count on my other manager to watch the floor, and learn how to one day be Store Manager themselves (learn from doing, or something like that). I also knew that my DM would be taking his office day, which meant I wouldn't be surprised with a visit where I was chewed out because I wasn't on the sales floor during my entire shift. 

Ah, Mondays, you were my best friend. Now, when I think of you I get a nasty "I miss my weekend" taste in my mouth. Monday now consists of work, work, and more work.  I love my set schedule very much, I wouldn't trade it for the world... but I truly understand having a "case of the Monday's" now. 

I feel like my brain becomes mush over the weekend and I forgot how to properly tie my shoelaces, let alone do my job properly. 

Okay, I kinda lied there... my shoes have no laces. I'm super lazy and just wanted some I could slip on. I must have known in advance that I would be exposed to "stupid Monday" syndrome. 

I guess it is not a bad trade off, I get two days of bliss and simply have to drink an extra Diet Coke on the way to work to function like a normal human being/kinda come close to being able to do my job. I also have to set the alarm clock about 30 mins earlier than any other day as I am a fan of hitting the snooze button. Don't ask me why, but I can cram what feels like an entire night's worth of sleep in 30 minutes of hitting the snooze button every 5 minutes. 

I call it therapeutic, Husband calls it madness.

Monday, you are a worthy opponent in my work week. 

Pure Joy and Happiness!

I don't plan on adding a lot of pictures to my blog, but the message in this image was amazing! I feel that all people should live by this. Everyone is perfect just the way they are, and being true to yourself is one of the most important things in life.

This is the exact thought that made me flee from retail, I felt that I was losing myself, losing my identity. To my horror I was becoming nothing but a Store Manager, I no longer had time to be anything else. 

I am budding into a person again, and it is an amazing feeling. I also notice the older I get the less I care about what people think. I don't care if I like music that others think is stupid, I don't care if people call me a nerd or geek, I don't care if people stare at me funny because I sing at the top of my lungs in my car!

Why? Because there is nothing more badass than being who you are.

And...

... the Birthday fun continues!

Why is it we always do more for his Birthday than mine? Oh well, love him lots!

Tonight's blog will be short and sweet, I hope tomorrow to get back to some interesting conversation. Until then, blogging world enjoy this beautiful Saturday!

Wow, March is FULL of Birthdays!

Happy Birthday to my Soul Mate, my Other Half, the Florence to my Machine, my Husband.

I love you.