I'm demanding myself to get an attitude adjustment. Pronto!
Every Monday, it never fails. I wake up and I dread that it's Monday because I have to drag myself to work. Usually by Wednesday the feeling of dread disappears and I'm on a high looking forward to my weekend. I love love love my weekends! On Saturday, I did some shopping and picked up some new running gear (t-shirts, shorts and a sports bra). I went to B&N and bought The Help because I want to read it before I see the movie. I spent most of the weekend reading it and I'm more than half way through. Yay! I also went to Sephora and picked up another tube of my favorite mascara, Dior Show, and some almond scented bath products. After church on Saturday night, I saw Crazy Stupid Love. That movie was hilarious. On Sunday, I woke up early and ran/walked 4.5 miles. My pace was all kinds of off but I didn't care, at least I got it done. Afterward, I showered with my new stuff, shampooed and deep conditioned. I cleaned the house and made a fabulous dinner of meatloaf, collard greens, rice and gravy and cornbread. I sipped on one glass of merlot and topped it off with a skinny cow ice cream sandwich. I watched True Blook and Entourage and carried my butt to bed.
I love my weekends.
Anyway, back to the attitude adjustment. I need to fix this ASAP. For real, if I didn't drag myself to this office every week I wouldn't be able to enjoy my weekends the way that I do. I need to get over myself. As I rode the elevator this morning, I made a mental list in my head of all the positive things about my job:
nice, safe building
ability to work from home when I want to
very little stress
What in the world to I have to complain about?