Monday in Paradise

I brought cake. 


I'm not sure what's up with me, but lately I'm a regular Betty friggin Crocker.  The problem with the baking is the eating that inevitably follows.  Which is primarily why I came up with my original weight loss plan:


Feed everyone at work endless amounts of sweets, fatten them up...thereby making myself feel smaller.


It's an awesome theory.  I should publish this ..  It's got to be at least as good as stuffing 20 pounds of bacon down my throat everyday.  Right?  


No huh?  hmpft...well I tried!


Either way...I'm baking a lot lately, and the kids at work are okay with this...since I just bring it in for them to eat.  Which is how today started.


Cake placed in makeshift kitchen, I returned to my hovel, tucked my jeans into my socks, slipped on my work boots...threw on my stylin fluorescent orange safety melon, the hip hop happenin' goggles... and stepped outside for my morning stroll through paradise.  

How's that for a run-on sentence?

Mud.  Lovely squishy mud.  Slippery, splashing up the back of my legs, beautiful baby poop brown, mud.

And I love it.  Beats the hell out of pantyhose and heels boyz and girlz!  Well...on a regular basis anyways.  There are days when I miss looking like a girl...but at least I'm comfortable.

So I walked the ozone...the filter gallery...chatted with young QA dude who described problems associated with testing the big spool of pipe..won't bore you with it..  Nothing much to see outside, so I tramped back through the muck and headed for the plant.  Checked out a couple of places I knew they had planned on working last week...didn't see anyone though.  yawn.

So I was back at my desk fairly quickly...

Buddy was buggin my Work Sista about some friggin CD labels he wanted her to get for some project he was working on.  I keep forgetting how our ovaries make us beatches to some dudes.  I told him if he asked me I would have thrown him a marker.  Cuz that's how I roll.  Doitchaself arsepick!  Hard to believe that the mentality really hasn't changed ..  Women have come a long long way in the workplace, but there is always the underlying bowshit that we can't seem to shake.

I don't take it personally anymore, but it sure gets old fast.  Really, if I've learned anything, the only way to handle it is with a light hearted reminder that you just don't have to take that shit from the knuckledraggers... No sense in getting all upset..that only feeds the fire.  So I joke about it and forget about it...  meh..

I repeated my walk over to the plant in the afternoon and at least got to have a decent convo with the foreman there.  Ma brotha.  :)  And it was back to the desk shortly thereafter.

As always, the kids cleaned up every last crumb of the cake.  My ass is most grateful.

Hmm.. maybe with all this walkin, I'll walk away from the extra 15 pounds that's grown so fond of my exterior parts.  Hurray for me...a little bonus!  I can be a big loser too!

Just you leave that alone...I knowed whatcher thinkin!!