My Mumbling Thoughts

It's Monday morning and I've decided to actually dress up for work instead of wearing my usual jeans, t-shirt and flip flops attire. I slip on my skirt and slide comfortably into my high heels. I certainly do feel at home three inches higher toward the sky. I figure I might as well go all the way and slather on some lipstick instead of the simple, yet effective, chap stick.

It's going to be a good day. I can feel it. I'm going to catch up on the work that I've been neglecting the past couple of weeks, I'm going to take charge, I'm going to impress everyone, I'm going to give 110%, I'm going to...stop into Starbucks real quick for a grande ice green tea first. I must be properly hydrated if I'm getting ready to tackle all of this work.

I make it into work roughly around 6:30am. I stop in to see Amy, my favorite smoking buddy, and chat with her for a while. She catches me up on the latest work drama that happened on Friday after I called it an early day. So much high school bullshit. When will these people ever learn?

In this moment of chatting with Amy, learning about these new developments, I wonder why I'm everyone's confidante. When did I become the Go To Gal to hold everyone's secrets? I've got a little bit of dirt on practically everyone in the building. I've also got a lot of dirt on a select few who should be worried. I then wonder who has dirt on me? What's floating around here on this fifth floor that has my name attached?

I shove it aside. Not important. I'm here to work today. I shall deal with the juvenile dramatic events after I've caught up on my work.

Work flows on nice and smooth. "It's like riding a bicycle," I think to myself. "This is cake."

Lunch comes and goes. Three o'clock soon rolls around and I'm quickly out the door to go and pick up Mel. I need another green tea. I need it in my blood stream. I hate Starbucks and their crack addicting beverages.

Once I pick Mel up and have inhaled my second ice green tea, she surprises me with two new CDs; Guster's new album and a band that I've heard of, just haven't listened to yet. Blue October. I'm excited, smile and clap my hands. I've had an itch for some new music so it was good to finally have that scratched. We listen to Guster on the way home. The album rocks my socks.

Mel randomly brings up a dream that she had last night.

"So like, you were with this dude named, Andrew, right? And he was signed to England's football team."

"Shut up. Was I a footballer's wife?"

"Yeah, you had the breast implants and everything."

"Really?"

"No. I was just kidding about that part. Anyway, you guys do get married and after y'all are married, you turn into this crazy person."

"Just like the chicks off of Footballers Wives?"

"Yeah, exactly like them. You're like - "

"Tanya Turner?"

"No."

"Hazel?"

"No."

"Amb-"

"No! Would you let me talk."

"Oh right. Sorry."

"You're like Bruno."

"Eh? I'm like that abusive asshole?"

"Yeah, you're a wife beater. Well, I guess husband beater. You shove your husband around and everything. Then there's this one part where you're yelling at him about sleeping around, and you're like, 'gosh, Andrew. Why do you have to be sleeping around all the time? I've got chlamydia now!' So he's sitting on the floor and crying."

*Laughing* "Mel, that's awful."

"Yeah, I know. So then he goes and calls Momma because you're so mean to him."

"What?! He fucking tells on me?"

"Yeah, but Momma doesn't really do anything. Instead, fucking Dr. Phil comes out of nowhere and he's like (she puts on her best Dr. Phil voice) 'now Sam, you need to reassess your marriage. It's one thing for a wife to be afraid of her husband; but a husband to be afraid of his wife...now that's crazy.'"

"You're the one who's fucking crazy."

"Shut up. It's my dream."

We continue to ride on home, listening to Guster, talking about more random subjects and watching the scenery fly by. It's good to go home early when there isn't that much traffic.

When we arrive at home, I quickly add the new CDs to my iTunes, update Mini and change into my jammies. It has indeed been a very good day. I plan for the same thing tomorrow.