So how do I cope with my enormously stressful Outlook fueled days, when I rush from hither to yon (Hither I like; Yon not so much) moving like a lightweight pinjata swinging in a heavy breeze, just waiting for sugar-jumped up kids to swing sticks at me? (It is highly unusual that my day will involve children beating me with sticks after too much red and yellow food colouring and cake and for that I am extremely grateful - thank god for good OH & S policies!)
Why I eat of course! Beloved by stressed out work monkeys everywhere, inappropriate food intake saves many a day beset by more problems than my boyfriend's new apartment has fleas! To be fair, I am careful about my caloric intake, usually primarily because it is very easy as you sit in the Cubicle o' Death and Greyness to eat far too much and have people remarking that you bear a striking resemblance to the Michelin Man (and they're not talking about his representation of excellent tyre safety! LOL). My one great vice in a day is my can of Pepsi Max (or two), which I know isn't good for me but hey, I don't drink coffee, smoke, or smuggle flasks of vodka into work so I figure one small can of black-coloured vice won't kill me.
OK it well could, but best not to think about that, open the can, eat a snack, and try to figure out how to squeeze one more meeting into an already crowded calendar that could well explode just like the overeater in "The Meaning of Life"..... BOOM!
2 Comments:
If Pepsi Max is your only vice at work then you're doing well. There's far worse out there in Cubicle Land. Jus xo
Hmm so even my vice is a little on the less-than -shocking side? Hmm I suspected as much! I must find a new vice forthwith!!! A x
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