Workin' For The Weekend

So, here I am at work on a Sunday. Actually, I'm winding down now, or I wouldn't be Voxing.

The funny thing is, being here today wasn't so bad. The team of coworkers who also had to be here is an enjoyable group. We did what we had to do while monitoring the various football games on different people's PCs, and had a lot of banter going. The project director ordered in pizza for all of us. That was the first takeout pizza I've had since early August, and DANG, it was good!

Hey, a girl can't deny herself when she's stuck at work on a Sunday and the smell of pizza is wafting through the room, ya know?

Oh, and another co-worker brought in his Wii and set it up in a spare room in case anyone got cross-eyed from doing data validation and wanted to take a break.

So, all in all, I'd never work on a Sunday unless it was unavoidable. But doing so today did remind me that it isn't my job that drives me insane -  it is all the managerial political stuff. When the managers and demanding stakeholders are away and it's just us worker-bees (yeah, I know I'm technically management too, but I just don't seem to do that well at thinking like a manager!), things are actually OK.

I'm also proud of myself for getting up early and doing a brisk long jaunt around the neighborhood this morning. The exercise put me in better spirits, and I just love wandering through my neighborhood and seeing all the fun fall things everyone is doing with their yards. It makes me as happy as a kid to see pumpkins and other fall decorations springing up on decks, porches and walkways. I just love this time of year.

Anyway, while I was walking, a friend's mom drove by. She pulled over and asked me if I needed a ride home from church (I was walking buy a little neighborhood church at the time, and I guess she thought I was coming out of it).. She knew that I didn't have wheels a while back, and probably thought I was walking to get somewhere rather than just to walk. I explained that I was just exercising, and she said "oh, no, really, get in. I'll give you a ride - you don't need to walk home from church!"

What was really weird is that I was wearing my bleached-stained sweatpants that I clean in, and a really ratty old T-shirt. I can't believe she'd think I'd show up to a church in that!

I finally got through to her that I really WASN'T walking to get anywhere, just for the act of walking itself, and she smiled, said OK, and drove off looking like I had three heads.

It was just kinda funny.

I'm REALLY glad I didn't take the ride, though. At least now I don't have to feel AS guilty about the pizza meltdown.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday! I'm heading home to console my sweetie on what sounds like a VERY close game and then decide whether I'm going to watch the Steelers with mom at the pub tonight or get to bed early. Right now, I'm definitely leaning towards the game.