Work Life

I am sitting at my laptop, drinking my protein smoothie (made with about 65 grams of protein. For those of you that don't instinctively know the protein content in every typical food that they might eat, this is equivalent to roughly 2 large chicken breasts, or 11 eggs.) in my shorts and blue t-shirt. I am slouched in my chair.

I found out earlier this morning that I will be meeting with a muckety-muck from one of our bigger, prestigious clients. I had just about given up on dressing well at work because a) it is 94 degrees out during the day and b) I no longer have much client contact. But perhaps most telling, is c) I had given up trying to impress people at work. I mentioned this to M. and he thought this was a "bad sign." I agreed. I have mentally checked out (a little) from work. There are no challenges here that are not mundane, and nothing really to "achieve" since we haven't had any really big client projects come in recently. Sounds lame, but I thrive on getting things done. But the lack of challenges also bodes poorly for the company's financial performance.

But and entirely different, but equally valid reason I may be checked out is because I am frightened by our work sink. We get birthday cakes for people every month to celebrate. Some of the latest cake got dumped in the sink early yesterday. And the frosting is still there. Despite both soap and hot water, the frosting has refused to get dislodged from the drain catch. Which has made multiple people think twice about eating the left over cake.

mmmm. Industrial strength-lard.