Bryanna and the City

Tuesday, April 15, 2008


Since I started my new job 5 weeks ago, I've taken my full lunch hour a total of four times. And, even then, I spent part of that hour picking up candies for the candy dish, or buying milk and cream to restock the company fridge. It's not that I'm particularly that busy, it's just that, as a Receptionista*, my responsibilities vary and sometimes I'll put lunch off until 1:30 and then someone will need something couriered or deposited or photocopied or filed (right now!) and then it's 3:00 and I don't have enough time to do my end of day duties if I do take that 1 hour lunch. So, instead, I quickly** eat my lunch at my desk and promise myself that tomorrow, tomorrow I WILL take my one hour lunch.

Today was different. It was a particularly lovely day, so at 1:30 I donned my faux Versace sunglasses from Ao Nang and strolled down to False Creek. It was refreshing to get away from my windowless desk and feel the sun on my face for the first time in weeks. I have now resolved to venture outside for lunch every day that it does not rain. I also found a prime novel reading/people watching bench. Now I just need to get my hands on a really good novel. Any suggestions?

I also refreshed my blogroll. I deleted most of the inactive blogs and added some really great ones, so check it out. I don't blog much anymore, but there are some fantastic bloggers on my updated list that blog quite regularly. Yay!

I've been trying to get back into blogging. I guess I just need to try harder.

*sounds so much more exotic and exciting than Receptionist.
**the phone will, without fail, ring right after I take a big bite out of something. I've become very talented at talking with my mouth full without sounding like I'm talking with my mouthful. Except for that one time when I had a mouth full of caramel toffee...yeah, that time was a little embarassing.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Zit:1 Bryanna:0

It's hard to have a good day when you have a rather large, painful pimple festering under your skin, threatening to take over your chin. Like, it hurts just sitting here. Just SITTING here, people. Yes, my chin aches and I'm even considering popping an Advil. For a ZIT. And I haven't even aggravated it (yet). I'm trying to be a good girl and not poke, squeeze or touch it, but sweet jebus it is hard not to do any/all of these things. I bought some expensive zip zapping cream yesterday, but I think I'm losing the battle. I will now hide under a rock until further notice or until I have repossessed my chin...bleh!