I have been suspiciously absent from LP, because it has been a rough few days for me.
That’s not to say I haven’t been writing, because: Oh boy have I been writing! It’s just that a lot of the stuff I have been writing about isn’t exactly blog material. I also have a draft written all about something mortifying, that I’m kind of ashamed of, that I did on Sunday… and, well I’m not really sure I want to put that out onto the net.
I mean, there’s oversharing, and then there’s oversharing.
So instead of posting that draft, I’m just going to say, my cold turkey no sugar challenge took a bit of a hit on Sunday. Or even a spectacular hit.
Anyway. I’m blorking (blogging from work) at the moment (although, naturally I’m on a break) and guys? The office is INFESTED with fruit flies. I’m not talking about the office kitchen, either (although yes, some dork has a bucket for food scraps in there so that’s infested too) I’m talking about my office. Where my desk is.
Oh God. I just googled “Where do fruit flies come from” and I found out that they like the smell of rotting fruit, and they lay 500 eggs at a time and they hatch 30 hours later into larvae. LARVAE.
Ugh. I have shudders of grossness running up and down my spine. There are larvae in the place where I work. That being said, the flies themselves don’t seem as gross now.
… 5 MInutes later – after much investigation, and chasing fruit flies…
Annnnd it turns out they’re in my office because the youth desk has a rubbish bin with a banana peel in it.
… 10 Minutes later …
Ok. I have constructed a fruit fly trap. It’s a jar, with a funnel, and a rotting banana peel. Mwhahaha. I am ingenious and sneaky.
I hope no one saw me steal that banana peel from the compost bin. (I used tongs. Not my fingers.) (All the same, I could do without people thinking I’m weirder than I am at work.)
Also? I came to work in my gym gear today (pre sweat, not post sweat) It got to 1pm and I was still in my PJ’s frantically loading the washing machine with every single pair of pants I own, and I was like, uh, Yeah. I need to get to work. My gym gear was all laid out ready to go by my work stuff and my lunch stuff, and I was like: “Ok. Lets do this. It’s not like I technically work with anyone who will give a crap that I’m in Yoga pants.”
Besides, at that point it was either yoga pants or another 30 minutes late to work.
So it seems todays blog has no real structure or topic as such… So really the only clear way to end it is to recount a conversation I had yesterday:
“Wow your hair looks different!”
Me: “Yes. I brushed it this morning.”
“Oh…” *awkward silence*
I’m thinking that these people don’t get my brand of humor…