I'm still being a Daria-worthy sass today. I'm working on an Excel spreadsheet for the weekly payroll and it is the most mind-numbing, anger-inducing part of my job. I spend half the day color coding and copying and pasting formulas from worksheet to worksheet and then double checking it all. As Drea would say, I went to COLLEGE, people! And guess what? My degree was not a major in Excel Coding with a concentration in Paper Shuffling! Lame. I'm even listening to Smashing Pumpkins right now, folks - that's how junior high my mood has become.
Let's take a step back. Today is my third "I'm Alive Day" - meaning it's been three years since my near-death-by-moving-vehicles - and here I am complaining about the fact that I have to work a job to make money. And sure, this isn't what I pictured I'd be doing after re-embracing life... but still. At least these fingers can type again. At least I sit upright in this plush swivel chair. And at least I'm here.
I don't want to get into details again, but for serious - I am thankful today. All of my limbs are working and I'm not living in a hospital bed and hey - I don't even have braces anymore!
I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the codeine and "That 70's Show " marathons, but it's worth the trade off to be able to run the crap out of a treadmill after a day like this.
Everyone: go be alive.