Thunder and More… in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

This morning brings a nice, thunderous rainstorm! I love it! Well, I love it because I don’t have to drive to the office in it. Yeah, I’m sitting back with my cup of coffee and the Today show flickering off and on (cable going in and out) and reflecting on things.

I do like writing positive things every day (it’s kinda hard!). Yes, there are negatives that creep in, and for the most part, I’m putting those into separate entries. But I wonder if writing things that are not completely positive negates those good things? Hmmm…..something to ponder. Still, I do want to write about things that aren’t completely rosy, so I will continue.

Let’s see, last night (or rather very early this morning…3:47 to be exact) someone pulled the damn fire alarm OR something set off the alarm! Why does this happen in the middle of the night? WHY? It is the most annoyingly LOUD alarm and it sounds off in the bedroom (through a loudspeaker). Here is the drill: “THERE HAS BEEN AN EMERGENCY LOCATED IN THE BUILDING! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING USING THE STAIRWELLS. DO NOT USE THE ELEVATOR!”

It screams that over and over and over and OVER!

After 10 minutes (not exaggerating!) of this, the concierge comes on over the loudspeaker and says (trying to speak in a quiet voice, ha!), “This is Roland at the concierge desk. This is not an actual emergency. Please do not evacuate the building.”

And he repeats a few times.

I’ve lived in this building for 3 years now. This has happened probably a dozen times in the middle of the night (imagine how many times it’s happened when I wasn’t here). Imagine having a huge presentation or some other very important deal the next day. Not cool.

I want to write about Best Bud, but it feels like it would be a long, drawn out story. Short version is this: I’d been avoiding talking with her for months and months because of my on-again/off-again status with EXMS. Thing about Best Bud is that she can be REALLY harsh (simply because she loves me but gets frustrated when I keep crying to her—you know? I realize that sometimes that stuff gets really old, so I try to keep my blathering to the outside world at a minimum, and I try to dump it all here). So I didn’t want to cry on her shoulder until I got it ALL squared away in my mind and actually acted upon it.

Her brother’s 40th B-Day party couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. I knew she was going to be there, so it was a good time to show up and face the music. I was really, really nervous that she’d confront me about my avoidance.

Bottom line is, when she saw me she came right up to me and gave me the BIGGEST HUG. And then she said, “I’ve missed you!!”

And we proceeded to fall right back into Best Bud status. And it was THEN I could tell her the whole story. And I was so very happy that she made it really easy for me. Why are things always worse in our own heads? I worked myself into a frenzy over this, and it was nothing like what I thought it would be. I’m grateful, if not a total DORK!

Speaking of dork, the next thing I want to write about is Skinny-Fat syndrome. You know, people who are thin but not really in shape? I’ve been thinking about this a lot and talked with the trainer about it yesterday as well. Of course, she’s trying to get me to sign up for personal training, but I just can’t do it. I already have TWO gym memberships that are paid for…why should I invest more $$ on this, especially while UNEMPLOYED?!

I have recently added resistance and weights to my workout routines (which are still quite new again after all that stress bullshit of the breakup and firing). I’m sure this is the only way I’m going to break out of my flab issues. Nice to be a cardio addict, but never going to get truly fit that way. And not being in shape is going to take it’s toll as I get up there in age (a joy to think about).

So…on my list of personal things to accomplish: