Proving My Worth

Happy Monday Amazons!

If you're like me, you probably feel like the weekend wasn't nearly long enough and you're probably feeling a little grumpy because it's Monday.  Yes yes, we all know the feeling.

Surprisingly enough, though, I haven't felt too badly today.  This despite the following:

• it IS Monday afterall
• woke up @ 4:45AM, rather than 5:00AM
• it's been a killer slow day at work
• didn't get nearly enough time with my guy this weekend

This week I am working full 8-hour days while the main secretary in our office takes a much needed vacation (to San Diego no less!); I'm in charge of keeping things running smoothly while she's away (hence the title).  Okay, so it's not a super tough gig, especially on a quiet, uneventful day such as this one.

But to make things a little easier, I'm happy to report that it is a beautiful day here in Seattle!

Perhaps Spring has finally sprung!

 I'm also happy to report that I feel as though I'm doing a good job in my coworker's absence.  One more little notch of experience that I can add to my resume.  I'll concede that working in an office setting is not my idea of a Dream Job.  Can't I just get paid to travel the world and eat good food?  No?  Well that's disappointing.  But I will say this: I've learned a lot in the 6 months that I've worked here at the medical center.  I won't be curing cancer or forging peace in the Middle East, but I handle wayward patients who call our office and you'll never meet a better mail-sorter in your life.  Plus I like it here and it is my hope that I'm slowly but surely proving my abilities to my coworkers and superiors.

As far as the workouts go, I'm satisfied (somewhat) with where I'm at.  Haven't tried running since my doctor's appointment several weeks ago and I will say that the pain seems to have subsided for the most part.  There are always the occasional flare-ups and quite often I get some twinges of pain when on the elliptical.  But I don't let it stop me because I'm made of tougher stuff than that.

                            "Pain is weakness leaving the body." -Unknown

 The abs are coming along nicely; perhaps I'll never have a six-pack (nor do I think I want one) but I'm sure not a Flabby Florence either.

I was the recipient of some playful teasing this weekend.  Friends were discussing a dish, called the Garbage Can to be exact, served at a neighborhood bar and everyone was oooing and ahhing about how delicious it sounded; everyone except me.  Apparently I had a grimace on my face, though I'd never know it because I seemed to be perpetually unaware of my facial expression at any given time.  Anyways, I was deemed too healthy and conscientious to appreciate such fare.  A title that I gladly accept and wear with pride.  Wouldn't you want it as well?

I'm a lean, mean, fridge-demolishing machine!