Lunch lady

This past week we had to move out of our office building to a new location. The company I work for sold the building we were in along with several others. (One would think that being in the top 25 on the Forbs list of companies with trillions of profit they wouldn’t need to be in the business of selling buildings but what do I know?)

The old building was old corporate – cubicle farm everywhere. I had a fairly decent cube there near a window. But, with the new move I was given a choice to move to a construction office down the street from my house or out to an office south of the airport – you know what I chose – the construction office, of course. It is what it is – a construction office with lots of equipment and loud men walking around. Fortunately, it gets quieter once everyone goes out into the field.

We’re all shoved into a room called the “Engineer Room” (I’ve actually gotten called an engineer a couple of times since I’ve been here which is ok with me as long as the technicians don’t hold it against me). In the room is an office at the end with Ned and Nicole who are the newest members of our team. None of us have really worked with them because they got hired on at this location and have stayed here waiting for some of us to transition over. They both seem pretty ok. Others on our team who moved over here is Patricia and maybe Shareece later on. So, Patricia and I are sitting in this room with basically tables and moving boxes. All my computer equipment is on one of these tables. I made sure I arranged my table to face out because I cannot stand to have my back to the door and other people.

So, I’m not used to working in the same room with someone and someone who asks questions. Patricia also has a cubicle set up at the other office by the airport as well and says she will be splitting her time between the two offices. I’m wondering when this will happen as it’s going on Thursday and she’s been here every day so far this week. (Personally, I think she’s just doing this so no one will know where she is at any given time).

Monday, I had to stand outside the gate until someone let me in. I had my uniform on so I was easy to spot as someone who needed in. When I got in the room Patricia was already there with her stuff spread out on two tables. There was a third table that I took and set my boxes on. (She will have to move her shit if Shareece decides to move over here.)

I had a project due that day so I had to set up fast. I was tired from the busy weekend and setting up my computer equipment and diving right in to a project was not seeming attractive. Looking around for an Ethernet outlet to plug into was just as crazy. I finally had to sign onto the wireless and go. I had no time to search for an Ethernet cord or find out with outlet was hot.

While I’m frantically working Patricia who had been on her phone most of the morning talking to her husband (a truck driver), various family members and friends asked, “Are you going to lunch?”

I looked up and said, “I normally eat at my desk”, holding up my lunchbox like yes, I carry this thing every.day so what’s new here?

“Oh, well what’s good around here?”

The one time I went to lunch with her and other members of the team she ordered a lobster tail, grilled chicken, baked potato, and desert and left the whole lobster tail on the plate.

“Just a lot of good Mexican restaurants and, oh, there’s a fish place up the street that’s pretty good.”

She left and went to Kroger and came back with BBQ chicken, mac n cheese, bacon flavored Ritz crackers, apple slices, and chocolate and hazelnut peanut butter. I asked her if there was something she wasn’t telling us.

Later, after finishing my job she asked what time I was leaving. I said, “4ish, like I always do. What time are you leaving?

“Oh, I’m gonna work until 7. Probably be working that late all week. I’m trying to get all four of my centers in shape because I’m giving two away.”

Shareece and I and the two new hires currently haven’t been assigned centers yet. Shareece (who is my work buddy) and I do design work for construction and we’re both very ok with that. The two new hires are used to doing the field verification work and overseeing construction and they are very ok with their roles as well. We have guys out in the northeast office who manage centers as well as design then we have people like Patricia (and three other women a few others) who don’t do know anything about design work and don’t want anything to do with it. It is me and Shareece’s hope that we will remain designers and take over maybe one center (if we are assigned one) and leave the bulk of center management to (Patricia) those other three who won’t design the jobs.

So, Patricia thinks that she’s going to give away two of her centers and still be able to justify all the overtime she’s pulling. Me, I haven’t asked to pull OT because I haven’t needed to yet and I don’t want to abuse the system.

Yesterday, Patricia felt the need to read the entire ‘Folks menu to her cousin over the phone and after hanging up asked me again if I was going to lunch. I said, “No, brought it again.”

I mean, really.

Later, I unzipped my lunchbox to get out some carrots and she turned around and asked me if I was leaving.

“No, it’s just carrots.”

“Oh, I heard zipping and thought you were leaving. What time you leaving?”

I was starting to think our boss put her in here to keep an eye on me.

“Same time as yesterday, tomorrow and the following day – four-ISH. You?”

“Oh, I’m going to work until seven again.”

Now I know why she works late every night its because she spends all day on the phone and does her real work making time and ½. I get it. I wonder if the boss does, too.

I sighed when I came in at 7:30 this morning and she was here again and on the phone. She’d probably been here since 6 talking. I said good morning and sat down to work. Later in the morning she got up and grabbed her keys and said she’d be back. I did not ask where she was going, when she’d be back or if she was going to lunch because –

I DON’T CARE.

I just said, “Ok.”

I had to go run an errand and when I came back she was here and asked, “So you went to lunch?”

“No, I had an errand to run.”

I’m starting to realize that lunch and what time we’re leaving is the extent of our ability to make conversation. I miss talking to my work buddy, Shareece. We instant message each other questions and conversations but it’s not the same.

What I can’t figure out is if she just wants to make conversation to fill the silence (when she’s not on the phone) or she really wants to know when the hell I’m ever going to go out for lunch and when I’m leaving. I know what’s going to drive her really crazy is I’m going to start leaving the room when I take a call. If she asks why, I’m going to say, “I have a thing about people listening to my phone conversations and vice versa.”

I’m going to have to think of some ways to run her off to the other office. Maybe asking the new hires to lunch and going to lunch after she gets back. I’m going to work on bonding with the new hires when they get out of training, too. Part of me thinks she’s a bit intimidated by my being a designer. I don’t know – what do you think?

 

determination

img_5211 (Yes, Lanie is only at 45% and is almost dead. Let’s check her pulse)

This is the second week of the new gym with running in between. Yesterday, I went after work and when I walked in I already had my heartbeat strap on and suddenly I appeared on all the monitors all over the gym:

Note to self: Don’t turn on the heart monitor until other people are in the gym as well. There was a woman who brought her husband in and I could tell it was his first time. I thought I was doing good until he passed me on the treads. I thought, GAWD, get with it, Lanie, you’re not going to let this guy pass you. (That’s not exactly what I thought, but you get the gist)

I’m trying to remember how long it was when I started bootcamp that I noticed any weight loss. I think it was a monthly thing – you signed up for a month and they said don’t worry about seeing anything until at least two weeks out and that’s what I’m counting on with this. (Because, I still feel like a fat @ss)

I think the most difficult thing has been not getting drunk drinking every night when I get home from work but I bought a 30 oz Yeti (and put a Green Bay sticker on it) that I keep ice water in all day to drink. I’ve been drinking a ton of water and eating low carb meals so I’m hoping something will happen soon. I’m determined.

Speaking of determined, Charlie has been building a deck onto our little shed in the back this week. I always know if I haven’t heard from her in the afternoon when I know she’s not doing landscape work at a clients or running errands that she’s up to something. So, one afternoon last week I hadn’t noticed because I was trying to get out some jobs at work (we’ve been pretty busy lately) and I came home to this:

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Then, the dog had to get involved as site superintendent:

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(Typical super laying down on the job – probably working holidays for time and 1/2, too)

img_5219 (Just a frame with fabric here nothing to see, NO, IT’S NOT A DOGGIE WIDE WORLD WRESTLING RING, GET OUT!)

Then, a few days later there’s this: (they subbed me out to help with the rock)

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(The super is up on her feet not happy about the rock. Trying to rush the job – typical)

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(The worker (Charlie) finally taking credit – site super has gone on vacation but left explicit instructions to have the job completed by the time she got back)

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(Laying down on the job again and taking all the credit)

 

going thru the change

Ha! I bet you thought when you read that I meant menopause. I didn’t (although, that could be any day now) I meant body changes other than hormonal.

The other day I went over to Orangetheory on my lunch hour to check the place out. From my past experiences in bootcamp it’s basically that but indoors. What I really liked about it is that everything you do is monitored by your heart rate that is projected onto a large TV screen in the studio as you work out. You can see the zones you’re in – they start off as gray (almost dead), green (there IS a pulse after all), orange (wow, wake up heart) and red (we’re burning now, baby and try not to drop dead) – at least that’s how I perceive the levels. They also have splat points that add up however many minutes you are in the orange and red levels.

So yesterday I went in for my first workout. I met the trainer, Jay, who would be running the class. He reminded me of an older version of Charlie’s son, Bray. Of course, all muscles, tat sleeve, nicely trimmed beard and I’m sure easy on the eyes of their straight female members. Jay took me through the gym and showed me the treadmills, rowers, free weights and the workout area. The minute we walked in my heart monitor was already showing “LANIE” on the screen in the almost dead gray zone. Jay showed me the breakdown of beats per minute, zones, calories burned and splat points earned on the screen. Fast forward to class – it was around 5 women, all but two seemed like they just started as well. We started off on the treadmill (and they have flex in them to cut down on injuries) doing 30,60,90 second intervals of jogging, running and sprinting. I was looking on the screen doing this and thinking, How dare Lydia get in the orange zone before me ima step it up. (I think they have those monitors up there for that very reason. If you’re loafing then the whole class knows it)

After about 20 minutes of the treadmill we got on the rowers. The rowers are water rowers that they said the Olympians use to practice. They already felt better than the lame fan rowers that you see in a typical gym. We rowed 400 meters then got off and went over to the free weight area.

Side note: What I really like about it is the station numbers. If you get on a treadmill that is a certain number, like 5 then every other exercise station you use the same number so you automatically know where to go when you switch stations. Each station has their own dumbells, benches, mats – whatever workout that you’re going to do that day is set up.

In the free weight area we went to our stations and up on another monitor is the exercises and reps they want you to do. Jay also demonstrated the proper way to do each before we began. Between each set we went back to the rowers and did 200 meters. Next, we did another three sets of different free weights (all had burpees in between) then we finished up 90 second planks and 90 more of various ab exercises.

I was spent afterwards but I felt good. Here’s my results (which, they email to you):

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So, I’m going to try it out for awhile. I signed up for 8 workouts and I’m going to see where it goes. I already feel better this week – I have not had one drop of alcohol since Monday. I plan on having a nice drink before dinner with Charlie tonight as a reward but I’m going to try to stay good through the weekend. I think the next workout is Sunday morning so then I can enjoy another drink while watching the Pack beat Jacksonville.

Here’s  video of the place in case you’re interested:

 

friends pants

I’m so sick and tired of being fat. I look at old pictures and think, I wish I still looked like that.

I longingly look at pants, jeans and shirts in my closet that I can’t bear to get rid of because I vow to get back into them some day. I already gave away all these cute cowboy shirts that I loved but I can’t get my shoulders into them anymore and let’s not even talk about photographs. I hate posing for pics these days. We had friends from out of town in this past weekend and they took pics every 5 minutes there were a ton of pics taken and I looked that heavy in all of them.

And, friends – I feel like I’m growing out of some of them, too. Some are really tight around the waist like my jeans or they rub me the wrong way. (Not the ones from out of town although, we’re exhausted from entertaining all weekend.)

Link had a cookout at her house yesterday and while Charlie and I love Link and Stiletto we knew both Mike and Dino were going to be there. It went ok, Mike only pissed me off once but I kept my distance (– especially, since Dino and Celina were puffing up a storm.) I think some social situations I drink because I’m bored. Like, last night the conversation got on to politics and I swear if Trump weren’t such an idiot (or Bernie was still in the running) we wouldn’t have all agreed on Hilary. (Do you ever feel that way – like, you know some of your friends have turned because Trump is an idiot?) But, even so – it was still a boring conversation. I texted Charlie, We didn’t bring enough beer for this. She gave me the keys to the car and I left to run over to the shell station to get more- I wasn’t about to bum any off Mike or Dino. By the time I got back politics had ended and moved on to outdoor concerts. I thought it was kind of ironic that both Martha and Dino didn’t even mention being pissy-heads in bad moods during the Journey concert we were all at, either – not that they would unless Dino was really drunk but it still looked like he had quite a bit to go before a beer buzz even reached his stomach him.

It was kind of an eye opener for me, though. I hadn’t seen most of them for months and some had majorly gained some weight. I thought, That’s going to be me in a few years if I don’t stop drinking beer everyday make some changes.

I went into the house and helped Stiletto get the food ready. She’s easy to talk to and she doesn’t drink at all which makes me wonder why she’s such good friends with them all of us. It’s mystifying, to be honest. I wonder if it’s just because they’re Link’s friends but they all do stuff together all the time.(Charlie and I not included but I’m actually relieved about that because I don’t want to keep finding opportunities to hang with Mike and Dino). I know that both her and Mike are Jewish and from New York so maybe that’s it- who knows. But, I really hope don’t think we’ll see them again until the wedding.

So, until then, I really need to make some changes. I want to lose 30 pounds by the end of October. That’s only two months away and probably a “hefty” goal but I have to start somewhere. I went into Orange Theory at lunch today and I’m going to try it on my lunch hour tomorrow. I just want something that’s flexible with my work schedule and convenient. They have a couple of gyms near where I currently work and when my office moves (like they keep telling us that it is but no one knows when) then there’s one near there so it works. Hey, I started bootcamp years ago and went on for months doing that I can do this.

It would just be good to have some jeans be loose on me again.