The Grind

Gosh, coming up on the last few days of work before the big trip. I was feeling a little worried, since my field hockey media got canned a few weeks ago (after I was 60 percent finished with it), that I might lose my job when I came back if I didn't have any evidence that I've actually been working the past few weeks.

So, as usual, I decided to create a completely unnecessary and miserable situation for myself. The past few days I've been constructing a facebook page for Wake Athletics. Now, this could have been really, really simple. But obviously, I had to make it really hard. I have been researching a lot of Deacon history for the page and now I have lots of priceless old photos spread all over my desk that I really should file before I leave.

Besides that, I decided to give my coworkers a little presentation on "new media" for our staff meeting on Monday. What's that? Why no, we've never had a presentation at a staff meeting, but I thought the day before my three week trip to Europe would be a perfect time to start the tradition. Come again? Oh well no, my boss didn't ask me to do it... I just ummm... decided to. Again people, it's all about job security here. Did you know we are in an economic recession? After three budget meetings in one month, I finally figured this out.

So I'm now a bone-e-fied expert on blogging, twitter, facebook etc. and I intend to talk with coworkers on Monday about how much better our office can be at all of those things and then promptly leave the country.

Yard Sale Update
It finally stopped raining for a while yesterday. Bethany, the host of our "20-something" yard sale, just got a second-hand lawn mower and was attempting to mow a lawn for the first time in her life. I got a text from her saying it wouldn't start. I asked her if she plugged in the spark plug and primed. Check, check. Since it was already 8 p.m. I dashed out there to see if I could help since we figured the rain would start up again the next day.

I watched her crank it a few times with no luck and then asked, "Is there a reason why you're not holding down the safety bar on the handle?" To which she replied, "what's the safety bar?"

And then of course I started it with one crank. She told me not tell anyone.