drooling

last night I spent my time with my roommates cleaning the kitchen and rearranging my plants (they are ALL over the entire house...and front porch...and out in the backyard). It was funny...I was at the house first, and they were all away. I spent some time attempting to clean my room, then John came home. I ask him if he was aware that the fridge stank with a stench to ward off an army! He said he HAD noticed and commenced in cleaning it up. I tried to help, but it wasn't really a 2-person job. Then Marshall came home and John pulled him into the mix, and I joined them and the kitchen became a whirlwind of bad foods and the smells that accompany them, cleaning products, and hot water! We were able to come up with a system so that we could keep all of our foods separated, and Marshall and I exchanged teas and stories of teas. Then, i went into the bathroom because I'd remembered that the trash can was small and I wanted to clean the bathroom...but John swooped in and began cleaning. So I went back into my room and tried to arrange my stuff...it's all in one big pile now.

I am at Borders now. I work IPT (inventory processing team) and I dislike it very much. It doesn't help that there is a floor-to-ceiling window that runs the entire length of the upstairs (where i work) and it overlooks Centennial park. Well, I suppose it does help that I have a lovely view filled with coloring trees and fallen leaves and grasses. But it still taunts me.
I keep moving really fast as if the faster I move the faster time will go by! But the clock keeps moving at its own pace...sad day that I cannot command Father Time! I keep forgetting that i cannot hurry time while I am at work...