Snooty Tuesday, on Wednesday.

Yesterday I was in a mood. And let me tell you - not even an adorable puppy could drag me out of it. 

I wanted to punch and fling things. 

A friend and I call this the 'Snooty Tuesdays,' 

regardless of the day of the week.

And then, when someone told me I made their heart smile, 

I just felt like an asshole.

So it was by the grace of good friends, the grinning heart comment and a very thin veil of pragmatism, 

that I resisted the urge to do the following:

• Dramatically swipe all of the contents on my desk from its’ surface, sending a flurry of office supplies and energy bars into the air to the shock and bewilderment of coworkers.
• Buy a gigantic, extra-thick strawberry milkshake, remove the cover and splash it directly into a very specific person’s face.  (Basically, reenacting the scene from Grease except that this action would be premeditated on my part, not an impulsive reaction by Rizzo.)
• Smash my cell phone with a hammer with one swift blow.

(72 min. creation, by me)

I didn't do any of those things…so that’s good. 

Things I did instead:

• Re-watched a bunch of David Blaine YouTube videos from his celebrity TV special and settled on the conclusion that yes, Woody Allen probably does make his own malteds – which is adorable – and second,  that I need some DB ‘merch’ for Christmas. I proclaimed this need to the entire office. It was received with uncomfortable laughter and shifty eyes.
• Spent 72 minutes trying to figure out/remember how to insert text on top of a photo in power point. I do not know how to bill this hour and 12 minutes. It should be noted that the determination to succeed here was driven by self-serving reasons, as the project was personal and not client related.
• Invented a brand spanking new rendition of my popular workout series, “living room interval training,” where I do a bunch of weird, made-up exercises inspired by stuff I vaguely remember from my high school gym class elective: weight room. So, basically I gossiped to myself as I did calf raises and leg lifts. 

Today's better. Tomorrow's Friday.

I head home for Thanksgiving early next week. 

Things are looking up! 

Here's to smiling hearts and a weekend full of gratitude. 

xo