Friday, June 12, 2009


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I think I have pinpointed the source of my depression: it's the altitude.

The thing is, I wake up each morning enjoying life. (Well, once I've managed to actually get up out of bed.) My dog is loving, my house is beautiful, the yard is looking wonderful. Life is good.

On the way to work, I enjoy the flower show; every yard or office building has a different color rose bush and they're all gorgeous.

This morning, I felt so good I sprinted the last half mile on my bike. (Note for future reference -- 1 half-mile sprint causes a bit of asthma-type wheezing. See if this improves.)

Then I climb the stairs, or take the elevator up to the top floor, step into the office, and at once a pall of despair comes down like a curtain.

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See? I'm fine until I get to the third floor. Clearly, it's the altitude that's bringing me down.

Exercise du jour: 90 minutes cycling


Katharine O'Moore-Klopf said...

The solution's obvious: You need to become a full-time freelancer!

Crabby McSlacker said...

Well, TGIF anyway!

That is, if you get the whole weekend off.

Hope so!

JavaChick said...

Perhaps it's being stuck in an office all day? Sure gets to me this time of year.

That bunny is adorable. I want one!

The Merry said...

Oh, Katharine, I would love to be a full-time freelancer.

Crabby, I "really should" work this weekend, but you know what? @#$!. I've worked far too many weekends due to other people's unrealistic schedules. Enough.

Javachick, I need to see if I can do a bit more working-from-home. That would cheer me up. And the dog would be happy too :)

BCB said...

I have the exact same problem. Only laterally. Or maybe longitudinally. I've decided it has to do with the particular species currently thriving at that exact GPS coordinate.

I'd be much happier if I could work from home too. Anyone's home.

Patty said...

So Merry, what actually occurs on the 3rd floor? (should I already know this??)

Merry said...

BCB, we'll probably both end up in A Home of some sort. I'll challenge you to a wheelchair race down the hall and you can flirt with the handsome attendants.

Patty, it's just a case of too much work and too little time ... for far too long.

McB said...

Ayup. I get that same sense of depondency on the 8th floor.

However, you should definitely look into the thyroid thing. That's not something to muck around with.

bidia - Yo, now I musta go so I will bidia yous good bye.