It is an early Sunday morning, but I already dread everyone’s favorite question at work after the weekend is over.
The mandatory Monday morning question.
The whenever you’re awkwardly standing by the Keurig machine waiting for the water to heat up so you can make coffee question.
The whenever you spot someone pass your desk and you accidentally looked them in the eyes and you can’t ignore them question.
The question everyone likes to shout as they pass you by and obviously have no intention of knowing the answer to.
“How was your weekend?”
I guess this question bothers me because I can’t ever answer it truthfully. Can I say that it was:
“Too short.” “I did absolutely nothing.” “I slept all day.” “I was exhausted from last week so I sat around all day and watched the Office.” “My weekend was ruined because of the mere thought of having to come to work.” “My weekend was bad because I got a bunch of emails from my boss.” “I had two glasses of wine which got me a little too drunk and I had to rest all Sunday to recover.”
So, meh, don’t ask me about my weekend on a Monday. Mostly it is two days of trying to recover from a crazy work week.
“It was a remarkable morning; the lake was quiet, the light blue color of the sky was reflecting on the surface of the water and green trees were peacefully resting nearby.”– Jenna Gunner
Jenna Gunner, in my sort of cliché description, lives for the moments by the lake and finds those moments to be remarkable; the sense of peacefulness, tranquility and connectedness with nature astound her.
I, on the other hand, am a little simpler with “remarkable”. When you lead a crazy-busy schedule, you start finding simple things remarkable. I love my long rides in an overly air-conditioned car (Florida heat is terrible, ya’ll). I love them because they bring me peace and serenity (on those instances I avoid rush hour).
The point is, we all have different ideas on what is remarkable. What is worthy of remark in your life? Comment, like and share!
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“What about you? How have you been? How long are you staying?” “Same as last year, about two weeks,” I answered.- Jenna Gunner
As Americans, we don’t often get the short end of the stick… but when I look at my vacations days, I can’t help but feel envious. Damn Europeans. As I hope for maybe two weeks (including weekends!), there is an Italian out there with 42 days of vacation, a Frenchman with 37 days and a German with 35 days…. and I get 13 days? When did we allow this to happen?
Do you know what happens in Europe in the summertime? Companies shut down. People are gone for a month and little work gets done in July and August. But guess what? Everybody comes back happy and rested. Sadly, for Americans a weekend is a vacation these days, and quite frankly that is horrendously bothersome.
How many vacation days do you get? Do you think Europeans have too much time off?
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Stats on Vacation Days
“I grabbed my swim bag and I locked myself into the bathroom on the first floor to put on a black one-piece bathing suit. I wrapped the biggest towel around me to cover my body. I always wore a one-piece because I didn’t dare to show my belly to anyone, no way in hell.”- Jenna Gunner
It’s hard being Jenna. It’s hard being any other “curvy, fat, shapely, obese, not-skinny, overweight, large, plump…” woman… specially in the summer.
I went to the beach today, and I decided not to be like Jenna. You make the same choice. Wherever you go, don’t feel bad for how you look. Don’t feel bad because you are not a chiseled powerhouse. It’s ok to have fat! I will rock my bikini today….along with my flabby belly. Who’s with me?!!
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