Happy Ending (to a long week)

mmm...Buttercup.


Today at work, I was asked to make some copies.

I have to admit, it humbled me a little. I haven't made copies for someone in years. But then again, the woman who asked seems incredibly nice and incredibly busy, and I am moderately nice and was moderately busy, and so I just swallowed my pride and said, "Sure!" Of course, I wasted an entire tree doing it because first I made six copies of the wrong side of the five-page document, so only blank pages showed up. And then when I copied the right side, but the note she wrote was missing on the top, so I had to readjust and do it again. Like I said, it's been a long time since I have made copies.

At least they are paying me good money to make copies.

I guess what is weird is that I used to get a lot of my self-esteem from working hard and being recognized for my hard work, and I don't know if that is going to happen as a freelancer. I am a pretty quiet person and so my awesomeness tends to reveal itself quite slowly to people--which means I might be gone and working somewhere else before these people realize it. But maybe that is a good thing because a) my self-esteem SHOULDN'T come from a job and b) I will be motivated to improve my self-worth via my personal projects, which is what this freelance thing is all about.

Days two and three were definitely better than the first. I got some good work done. I had zero stress. I got home at a decent hour. I have even figured out the right place to stand on the subway platform in the mornings so I can get on the train despite the crowd. Given that my life has some structure, I have also started going to the gym regularly as well. (Unfortunately, my motivational running episode did not inspire me to run at all since then).

I usually work out in the mornings, but today, after waking up at 6 am two days in a row, I was beat, so I slept in and went to the gym after work. I went to the gym location in midtown east, which is in my old, old neighborhood (where Dan and I used to live before we moved in together) and I was surprised to see how much it has changed in the last three years. There are so many new restaurants, so I walked through the streets trying to remember the restaurants they replaced. I could barely remember any.

One oldie but goody that is still there is my old standby: Buttercup Bake Shop. I was going to the gym, yet I went in there to buy two cupcakes to share with Dan when I came home. Is it weird to go get cupcakes on the way to the gym? Do I have a problem?

If so, like a true addict, it's a problem I don't want fixed.


The purple guy got a little smushed in the gym locker.