I Could Go for a Mariachi Party

No mother-bleu-cheese-Speedy-Gonzales-the-extremely-racist-but-trying-to-
deny-it-Arizona-Minutemen-Deadwood-and-me story for you.  Honestly, I tried to rewrite it, but inspiration is currently lacking.

I got up at six this morning with the intention of running another 6.5 miles (seems like I’ve fallen in love with distance yet again) only to find that someone had dropped a heavy wet blanket over southeastern Michigan.  I started working instead, and now that it is two o’clock in the afternoon, I have finished all that I had set out to do today.  I would work the extra two hours but, you know.  I am neither motivated nor kind enough to put in another two hours when I did so yesterday.  Add to that my boss wanted to tack on more work to my schedule simply because I live the closest to the office, and I was feeling less magnanimous towards work overall.  I mean, anyone can tell me the truth, and if I’m wrong, I’m wrong: Is it okay, regardless of my workload (currently and through the end of August: heavy), for my boss to give me more work simply because I’m the person who lives closest to the office?  There are other people with no work whatsoever, but they were not told to go in because they live further away than I do.  I feel that’s unfair, unjustified – it’s taking advantage of a simple accident of circumstance to give me more work for which I do not have time.  I gave my boss a litany of what I had to do, concluding with, "I don’t think I can make it into the office anytime this week to get those tapes."  He said nothing.  If my review comes up and he slams me for not being more helpful with extra work, I’ll simply shrug and tell him that I take on extra work when I can (in fact, that’s part of my workload right now), but that I’m not going to overload myself and do a poor job for my own clients.  Whatever, dude.  I am so far gone, I don’t care what he thinks.

I’m also gnashing my teeth, resisting the urge to write a long, whiny, bitchy post about Julys, three weeks of unending pain, and lunches.

The only thing that makes me smile even the faintest of smiles is a new song I downloaded, Ana Gabriel’s "Mariachi con tambor."  What a fun song.  The king ("Beverly Hills") is dead.  Long live the queen ("Mariachi con tambor").  Don’t get me wrong, I still love "Beverly Hills," but talk about a good song to run to, one that would be fun to dance to, one that keeps you cheery enough even through the nastiest of messes.  Everybody, eh-oh-eh-oh.

Okay, off to run an errand.  I don’t feel like writing, I don’t really feel like bitching (surprise!).  However, one last thing: When the hell is the NikeRunning.com training calendar going to get up and running once more?  Geez.