November 22, 2012

Obligatory Thanksgiving Post


Maybe this is a little bit meta, but today I'm thankful that I can be thankful. Plenty has happened in life, and there's lots to be bitter about. I'm glad I have a place of my own with a few perks I wasn't expecting, I can have my dog with me, and that I was able to find a way to keep Donovan (the loyal sidekick that he is).
I'm thankful for a job that pays shamefully well and where I feel appreciated, even if I don't want to work chained to a desk and my bladder's needs are metered out in 10 minute increments forever.


I'm thankful that there are only 3 years left on my garnishments, and that I can not only survive until then, but I can thrive in the meantime.


I'm thankful that, despite having "gone to ground" for the better part of the year, I haven't been completely forgotten by my friends, and I'm thankful for Zoloft.


I'm thankful for my muse, as fleeting and finicky as the bitch might be.


I'm thankful that when Thunderhead said "Don't you dare pull punches or opt not to speak your mind to me." he actually meant it instead of not quite understanding what he was getting in to and regretting it later.


Lastly, I'm thankful that we're having brunch today instead of traditional Thanksgiving. I can only eat so much turkey, you know?

November 21, 2012

Wobble While You Work

Like many foreward thinking worplaces, my employer has provided several resources we can use to enrich our day to day experience with the company.  I have yet to take advantage of the 15 minute massage offerings, but the walkstation and I have become fairly close over the last month.

What we have is a standing workstation area fitted with a special treadmill that tops out a 2 miles per hour.  There are no handrails because the theory is, you'll be typing while walking, so you won't need them.  Once you clip the safety auto-stop to your clothes, set your weight and speed, you're off and puffing.  Or at least I was.  (My greatest fear was to have a caller hear the humming of the machine in the background and hear my heavier than normal breathing and get the absolute wrong message about which number they'd dialed.)