Andrea Frainier

As I’m perched on top of my keyboard, thinking about what to write about for this post, I must admit, I’m drawing a blank. (Wow, there was a lot of commas in that sentence. Was that sentence even written grammatically correct? Am I even using these parenthesis in the proper fashion? Oy! The English language is so confusing).

I didn’t burst into tears at work today, so I guess that’s a plus. I also managed to take Marley for a walk, check my e-mail and visit with Rick’s grandparents. Oh, and I also beat my high score in Flight Control. If you have no idea what Flight Control is, go download it. Now.

I also came to the conclusion that John C. Reilly is the most diverse actor in the universe.

I cried for the first time at work today. No, I don’t mean that today at work was the first time I have ever cried in my life. I’m not an emotionless drone, but at the same time, I’m not a cry baby. If there was a chart of the average amount of crying a person does in his or her lifetime, I imagine I would be right in the middle, sandwiched in between level-headed individuals such as Mr. Rogers and Oprah Winfrey.

What I meant was, today was the first time I ever cried in a workplace setting. I never lost it like I did today. And I didn’t cry because of hurt feelings, or because I was being yelled at, or because I customer asked me how far along I was in my pregnancy (FYI, I’ve never been pregnant).

I cried out of frustration, stress and anger. I wanted to make donuts in the Cadillac SRX while screaming at the top of my lungs. But I didn’t. Don’t worry, the SRX is fine.

And that’s when I realized being an adult sucks. I mean, it really sucks. Working long hours for what seems like miniscule pay, paying bills, cooking dinners, trying to save money, washing clothes, picking up dog poop, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

It seemed just like yesterday that it was perfectly plausible to be a superhero fighting astronaut princess. Oh wait.

Today, the company I work for flew me to Oahu for an all-day training seminar. After working the closing shift last night, I came home, quickly showered and had a restless night of sleep. Then, I woke up at 4:30am in order to get ready and be at the Lihue airport by 5:30am. I was on the first flight to Honolulu, where I spent the next 10 hours in a zombie trance listening to some very important people presenting some very important information. I was trying my best to give my full attention, but working an exhausting 11 hours the day before, let’s just say I hope the senior vice president didn’t take it personal when he caught me daydreaming out the window and not looking at his very colorful pie charts.

I know the perils of blogging about work, but, I must vent, only my employer would make a person feel guilty for working only 10-12 hours a day, five days a week. Sor-ry I didn’t opt to work two straight weeks with only one day off in the middle. Sheesh.