My Kinda Monday

My sleep was disrupted around six in the morning and never really got back on track. I can’t say that I was overly tired but this kind of pattern won’t bode well for my physical health if it continues. Late on Friday afternoon a colleague asked if I’d switch weeks with her for chairing the weekly Monday morning call. I accepted. It was for this reason that I out in some effort on getting my day started and skipped breakfast to be at my desk sooner. Several people had posted their updates in absentia so I had to read them to the class. Without elaboration and many missing voices the call ended early for the first time in weeks. Hopefully it was productive for all. I spent some time helping our admin pick hats out for the team. Since I appeared the most passionate on the subject I was asked to do the lifting. I asked for feedback on the colour because I didn’t want to be held completely responsible if the hats sucked. In the old days there might have been samples to try on, not anymore. Our order had to be in immediately so I took a full 15-20 minutes to do this task. It was fun. Before I knew it, lunch was upon me. I took one of the breaded chicken breasts leftover from Saturday’s fancier meal and sliced it up into two wraps with some cheese and the last of my three cheese ranch. This was accompanied by some chicken and sausage gumbo soup. I chortled that down at my desk just ahead of my bi-weekly team meeting. It went a lot smoother. The not so new anymore boss is starting to get more comfortable with us. Our Friday adventure a few weeks ago probably helped. Or maybe we were all in a good mood. We talked about a litany of items before returning to our tasks. I touched base with a couple of Quebec guys before the end of the day and walked some customers through some processes. The moral is that I was on the horn a lot. I ended up being at the helm until six or so as a result. I trudged to the fridge in search of sustenance immediately after. It was a quick and unremarkable dinner. Before, during and after which My family group chat was lighting up. Mother and the Big T were doing some cleaning it seemed and had gotten into my old closet. They were looking for ownership of old items and more or less making us kids aware of what they were tossing out. This reminded us of other things they’d rid themselves of from our respective childhoods and we started lobbing accusations at them. Mother was trying, unsuccessfully to deflect blame on such crucial items as the Esso set, the He-man toys, and most egregiously, the LEGO. In the end I only spoke up for my childhood teddy bear. I’m 37 and not willing to let go of that one.

The rest of the evening was more lackluster than you can imagine. Nothing productive got done. There was YouTube. There was French lessons and there was reading the news and Twitter. I got to bed early, knowing that the next couple of days are going to be killers.