Friday, February 18, 2011

Get up and go... while you can

Quote du jour: We should consider every day lost in which we do not Dance at least once.
- Nietzsche

Hugh photos du jour: A whole page of photos of Hugh running on the beach. Some day, summer will come again. Maybe.

Let's see. I can get up, go out into the cold and the dark, and pedal to work.
Or, I can go back to bed, where it's warm and comfy, and dream about running away to a tropical island.

Motivation du jour: Woman Dies in her Cubicle. No One Notices.

Ever feel like no one notices all the effort you put into your job?

Well, hopefully they at least notice you’re alive and breathing. If not, you could find yourself in the same situation as Rebecca Wells, a 51-year-old woman who died in her cubicle Friday in Los Angeles County.

Though she died on Friday, she was unnoticed at her desk in the Department of Internal Services until Saturday. The county coroner is yet to determine the cause of death.

When she passed away, Wells, who worked in risk management, was performing an audit. Despite not noticing the deceased, one of her coworkers remembered, “She was always working, always working.” Maybe, after this event, her coworkers will check on one another more often.



I swear, that makes me want to get up and work out. I can't (yet) rearrange my life so that I no longer have to sit in a cubicle for ten hours a day, but I can make sure to include time in my day for doing something besides sitting.

Exercise du jour: Cycling! I'm going for it!
Done! Well, as much as I could do. I am soaked to the skin, cold, and a bit grumpy. It's not that I think the Fates are conspiring against me, but -- oh, who am I kidding. All day, no rain. When did it start raining? A couple minutes before I started my ride. I hadn't gone two miles before I was soaked to the skin. As soon as I got home? Yep, that's when it stopped pouring. It's going to be warm and sunny all weekend. Until I head back to work. Then, they're thinking snow.
Coincidence? Ha!

13 comments:

Xenia said...

Hugh is gorgeous no matter how awkward a facial expression the paps catch with their cameras.

Have fun cycling!

Shauna said...

OH my stars, that cubicle story is so depressing! Makes me want to eject from mine right now. Alas, still an hour to go ;)

Happy pedalling!!!

The Merry said...

Yeah, Shauna, that story kinda hit home. I have had whole days where I got up, went to work, and then went home -- all without having one single conversation with anyone. Sometimes you gotta get out of your cube and do a meet/greet with someone sweet!

Xenia, I've now got the idea that all of Australia is warm and sunny and has a beach nearby filled with gorgeous men. (If that's an illusion, please don't tell me. :)

Tricia said...

Wow, just wow on the story.

Laura I. (G.G.) said...

That story is my worst nightmare. Yikes! My view isn't all gray cubicle wall though--if I were to die at my desk I'd at least have the option of expiring whilst looking out at the mountains!

The Merry said...

I sat at my desk for five years before I realized I had a view of Mount Hood out my window.
Mind you, it's usually covered with clouds or haze, but... five years? I need to spend more time window gazing!

Nitmos said...

That's why blogging is so nice. People just think you are working away so diligently....fools!

Judith said...

That story is a nightmare and indeed very motivating! I am motivated to get up and go for a walk right NOW (after I finish my morning coffee, natch.) So glad I don't have to spend my days in a cubicle any more.

And as for Hugh ... :)

Gina said...

That's really sad -- I wonder if anyone said good-night or good-bye to her.

As for Hugh -- it's hard to take a bad photo of him, but with today's millisecond frame-by-frame breakdown, no one is safe.

(thanks for the comment on my blog -- there's a reply for you)

azusmom said...

No picture of Hugh is a bad picture!
I heard that story the other day. So sad!!!! Makes me glad I don't work in an office anymore.

messymimi said...

Thanks for the Hugh.

Go cycle, and make plans while you do to get out of that cubicle.

Fran said...

I would be SO humiliated if I died while I was teaching a class and it took a day for anyone to notice. But I'd hate to say it could never happen .....

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Well, what do we expect to happen when the Man has seized control of the means of production from the proletariat - to whom it rightfully belongs - and thereby alienated all workers to the point that what they do is meaningless and pointless and soul-crushingly tedious, making the difference between Life and Death itself indistinguishable? The real question isn't, "Why didn't anybody notice she was dead when she died?"; but rather: "How can we ever tell anyone in any line of meaningless work is alive ... because think about it .. are they? I mean, are they really?"

Until we RISE UP against our bourgeois oppressors, take up arms ...

Aw, forget it! That's too much work! Just finish your work at 5:00 p.m. then go home and have a beer. THAT's a LIFE!

Hey, also, congratulations on being the only person to read Teh Vast Shakespearean Dumping Ground in the past month. If that didn't kill you with boredom, you're ready to work at the IRS.