My terrier alarm goes off at 5:30 AM. Petey hops off the bed and starts running around the room like a madman, hoping the jingling of his collar is enough to wake Ginger who sleeps in the other room and has a talent for barking us out of bed. We've gotten wise to their conspiracy and Ginger now sleeps on the opposite side of the house and has a white noise machine, so Petey's antics are useless. I walk across the bedroom, pick him up, and put him back in bed with us for another 30 minutes.
At 6 AM my real alarm goes off, I hit the snooze button and then I get up, take the dogs out, feed them, and then hop back into bed and hit the snooze button continuously until 7 AM. At 7:10 I hop into the shower. At 7:20 I host a conference call in my kitchen. I should have gotten up earlier, so I lead the conference call sans pants. ::sigh::
While I'm on the call I pop in a pod to my Keurig and fill up my pink sparkle travel mug I got in Vegas. By 8 AM my call is over, I put on pants and makeup and am out the door by 8:15.
I don't have a long commute, in fact I only have to drive 3 miles and I don't have to get on any major highway. My. Commute. RULES! The whole way I rock out to Ke$ha.
I roll into my cube around 8:30 AM. Here is where the magic happens. In case you are new to the blog, I'm a geologist/environmental consultant. Note that the magic is very messy and full of post-it notes. I scarf down a half a cup of low fat cottage cheese and a banana for breakfast while I work.
This owl lives in my cube over my computer monitor next to my very professionally framed PG certificate. You'd think a document I worked so hard to get would warrant a proper frame, but no, it's in a pocket protector. The owl used to hang out in a tree in front of my office to scare off birds so they wouldn't poop on our cars (by the number of car washes I had to get, I'd say that was a fail). They cut the tree down and this guy ended up in my cube. He wears a bow because he's fancy. I am currently scheming all sorts of holiday appropriate attire for it. Anyone know how to fashion a pilgrim hat for a fake owl?
I spend the day fielding one million phone calls and doing all sorts of tasks. My desk is covered in papers and folders. I don't like to get too specific in what I do, but just know I was super duper busy. At lunch a coworker and I go to Maria's for lunch. We go to Maria's at least once a week, usually on Mondays, but we haven't gone out to lunch all week and our day is pretty crazy, so this is a welcome break.
I come back to a million messages. I accidentally left my cell phone at my desk when I went to lunch, but am kind of glad to have had an hour of peace and quiet.
On the way to the movie, I field a couple work calls (never a dull moment with my job) and fire off a couple work related text messages. Finally we get to the Alamo and enjoy a lovely dinner, Malbec, and see Morning Glory, which is a totally cute chick flick.
After the movie Christine drives me home, I have some quality time with Darryl, he has gone to dinner with Christine's husband while we were out, and by 11 PM I am passed out with Petey's body pressed up against my legs, I don't even hear Darryl come to bed....