Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A bowl of soup.

It's 12pm. I am at work, and the whole world has gone INSANE. Not only am I moving tomorrow, so my entire life is disorganized and crazy, but I seem to be having a streak of bad luck professionally as well. Feeling unorganized, I decided to make a To Do list, but after developing writers cramp and misplacing Pg2 of 7, I decided that was an inefficient way to tackle my tasks.

I am typing this while eating my lunch because I need some measure of sanity. Today's lunch is soup. MMM . I am a soup addict. It is the ultimate comfort food. Why am I eating my lunch at my desk you ask? If I took my lunch to the cafeteria, I would undoubtedly be bombarded by questions and "emergencies", which, of course, cannot wait until I eat my cream of broccoli. I have tomorrow off, and I'm trying to prep so my boss can take over.. but that hasn't really seemed to happen yet. I'm still buried in morning craziness.

Hubby has been calling me with questions of "do you know where", "what if we put the couch this way," and "I found a microwave stand in the paper, can you go pick it up?" My concentration is totally frazzled, (not so different from any other day really), and the stress is beginning to make me giggle at inappropriate moments. For example, right now one of the engineers is trying to peek through my blinds to see if I am in my office. He has tried repeatedly to call me on my cell, and my desk phone with no success. I can hear him in the hall asking for me. I KNOW he can hear me laughing. Perhaps he thinks I'm doing something naughty. HA! That made me laugh harder. I'm turning the light switch off now in hopes that he will go away. My soup is not done yet.

Each mouthful is heaven. I am getting full. Better slow down to prolong the procrastination. My phone is ringing again. Someone is paging me over the loud-speaker.

I have just flicked some soup onto my lovely pink sweater with the flimsy plastic spoon. Who invented plastic cutlery anyway? Does it have to be so flexible? Thank-god for Tide Pens. Now there's someone who has a lot of money. Tide Pens are miracle cure-alls for the klutzy and grace-fully challenged such as I. I once spilled an entire coffee on my nice white t-shirt (while driving), and managed to have the whole thing clean by the time I reached Hamilton. It really is amazing stuff.

Sigh. The soup is gone. Said Engineer is now knocking impatiently on my door. So. Back to the real world. So much for the 1hr unpaid lunch. I can do this. I can make this day a success. Somehow.

7 comments:

The Things We Carried said...

Sometimes the littlest comforts give us a touch of sanity hope in the craziness :). Hang on!

jinksy said...

Umm - are you in the soup, or only eating it?

Jewels said...

lol. I was one with the soup.

Jerry K said...

Maybe you can truly work through lunch. All you need is one of those beer hats with the connecting straws. Just fill it up with soup! (Very stylish, too.)

imbeingheldhostage said...

Hah! I should've read this first-- you're laughing under stress...

Good luck with this move!!

agrantham81 said...

Hope your day improved and moving goes ok. Cant work out the time difference to work out whether its tomorrow there yet or not.

Best of Luck.

Dughallmor Beagles said...

Oh dear! I do hope you had a less stressful day today....though since you have just moved I very much doubt it....hope it all went smoothly nonetheless!
I giggle at inappropriate times when i'm stressed or tired too :D
Oooh....I am nosing through your other comments....Jerry K is a dish, looks like Brad Pitt....or is that really a photo of the delectable Mr Pitt just to get Jerry K attention? Hmmm...
My favourite is asparagus...cream of...mmmmm!
Anyway, we came to tell you you're tagged but by the sound of it it's something you really don't need right now! Just play if you want to and if you don't, then have a bowl of soup instead!

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