I hope those of you who had a long holiday weekend enjoyed wonderful days filled with laughter and great people. I know I did.
You can’t beat finding the perfect piece of art for an empty room or laughing with family while soaking up the sun at the beach or getting some much-needed deep-cleaning done throughout your home. A truly happy weekend prepared me for the start of September, the busiest time of year in my office. Though I’m not looking forward to the weekends spent at work or parties I will miss because I have to wake up early for status meetings the next day, I feel ready for this month.
That is, ready for it to be over.
I used to love the ninth month of the year. It symbolized new beginnings, the arrival of cooler temperatures, and the return of favorite TV shows. Now, September means heightened stress levels, tension among co-workers, a blackout on vacation time, and an increase in the consumption of crappy foods over the next thirty days. Add all that to my organization going through a poorly planned merger and the departure of many co-workers and you can understand why I can’t wait to see the harvest festivities of October.
If I loved my job, I am quite sure that I would look forward to this time of year. The hustle and bustle, the number crunching, the ending of one fiscal year and the beginning of another. But I do not love my job.
To me, it’s the place where I go to earn a paycheck. Nothing more, nothing less. I do not rise in the morning, eager to get to the office to go over spreadsheets and pivot tables. I hit the snooze button as many times as I can, not because I’m tired, but because I just don’t want to get up and deal with the mind-numbing boredom that I frequently suffer because my work is just not as stimulating as I need it to be. I feel like another cog in the wheel that knows what I need to know to get the job done, but I want to be a spark plug.
I know I should be grateful and I do love the fact that I have a job, but not the dealing with persistent data requests, people constantly asking me the whereabouts of supervisors, and meetings that seem to go on long past their expiration date and lack any kind of purpose. Ever the overachiever, I find it hard to strive for greatness when mediocrity is all that is asked for.
And that’s where this blog comes in.
There’s something about keeping to a blogging schedule that challenges me to come up with post ideas every single week. If I’m lucky, twice a week. I, once again, would like to thank you all for reading, for commenting, for inspiring me to keep going. I’ve got a tough month ahead of me, but I hope know that this blog—and all of you—will keep the insanity at bay. And if not, I’ll blog about it.
Which brings me to happy news: I have giveaway winners to announce.
I was very excited about this particular giveaway. It was fun to hear the different choices people had for Pop-Tart flavors and classic novel. And it was so much fun to shop for all the goodies (I think I may have gone a little overboard). Sadly, this will be the last giveaway for a while. I have a potential international trip in the works—more on that as it develops—and I need to start pinching some pennies. But I promise that this will not be the last giveaway of its kind. I love how much I’ve gotten to know people through these little prize parties and I cannot wait to think of some more fun ways to make these interesting. In the mean time, here are the winners.
I am pleased to announce that Cécile from Trying to Be Conscious and Rian from Truth and Cake are the lucky winners of the Back-to-School Wonderland Giveaway! If you gals could please send me your addresses, I will get your packages out soon. Thanks to everyone who participated in the giveaway!
Hope this beats your September blues.