Alyssa's ramblings...

Reminder: giving is better than receiving.

Walking is becoming my favourite lunch-time activity. I love it. That’s a really good thing, because I’ve never really loved exercise before. Actually, that may be a lie. I think I used to love doing Aerobics Oz Style every morning, but that was before I realised that “hey, I could just sleep instead!” Smart woman. But yes! Walking is fun! Bad news, though. It is raining today. So I have to stay indoors. And do a study for Home Group. So no walkies for Lyss-lyss. Awww.

I have gained about 4 kilograms (i.e. 9 pounds) in the last couple of months. And there’s no fabulous reason behind it, I can assure you {you know what I’m talking about}. *sigh* *double sigh* *triple sigh* Oh well, with the onset of my immeasurable fondness for walking, I’m sure my excess weight will disappear pretty quickly. Hopefully.

Why am I suddenly typing with apparent great intellect? Be assured, it’s all a ruse. I have just rediscovered the Thesaurus and Dictionary function on Word. Joy! Now I can assemble various sentences with ease, and cause them to appear intelligent.

Sometimes I wish there were some girls at my work. At the moment there are two middle-aged men (three on Tuesdays). Our birthdays are fairly close together. For theirs, I bought them both presents and cards, and we had a cake. On my birthday, my boss was out of the office all day. So John said that we’d have a cake the next day (Leonie was also scheduled to come in with her new baby). Fair enough, I thought. So the next day, we had the cake when Leonie came, but there was no mention of my birthday at all. Just cut some cake and eat it. And no presents. I know, giving is better than receiving. For sure. But they obviously knew it was my birthday, and had time to prepare (seeing as they delayed the cake-eating for a whole day), and I make minimal amounts of money compared to them. Very minimal. But it’s not even about the presents, it’s about the not-even-mentioning-the-birthday aspect of it. Maybe it’s a girl thing, and so not a middle-aged man thing. Oh well.

Note to self: Stop feeling sorry for myself. {‘Allow myself to introduce… myself…’}

posted by Alyssa @ 3:43 PM