Choose Your fAngus

I spent last week commuting to the office every day because the work-folk from Europe were in town. It was a very fun, very productive, very long week. My commute is nearly an hour one way when there’s no traffic, so on average it was 2.5-3 hours in the car every day. Also, let’s be real: working remotely involves very little makeup, fancy clothes*, or fancy hair prep** on a daily basis, and office-ing required at least some of those shenanigans, all of which takes energy, most of which occurs early in the morning when this human is not at her best.

*fancy clothes = not pajamas

**fancy hair prep = doing something that doesn’t look like a giant frizzball and marginally brushed, including a “messy bun” which requires more stupid work than should be necessary to be professionally messy versus “ffs are those Medusa’s snakes peeking out at me in that nest of hay” messy

Perks of these efforts: seeing the peeps WOOHOO (yes, I actually genuinely enjoy my team at work, which is a rare and awesome thing), stopping for Sbux (iced mochas) every day, foofoo bakery next door to the office with GIANT almond croissants, and a couple of ridiculously fun company dinners. I just realized most of the fun involves food…we did actually laugh a lot, too.

Drawbacks: headaches and (still) sore neck and shoulders from the stress of driving on a busy route with crazypants drivers for a week, and a level of exhaustion I was honestly utterly unprepared for. That entire sentence was terrible grammar, but I’m too tired to fix it, and I suspect you get the gist. Seriously, how did we DO this twenty years ago, working 50+ hours per week at the regular job with commuting, plus often a part-time extra job, plus dating/gym/socializing/chores of any sort? I’m not kidding when I say most nights last week I got home, waved at the fam, and went straight to bed. Thank goodness for SK, who took care of pretty much everything as though I was on a work trip away AND rubbed Biofreeze into my stupid knotted up shoulders. Because I’m apparently far from the infinitely energetic 20 something career minded college grad and have now morphed into a mix of pajama’d hobgoblin and cranky swamp hag?

Overall the week was a success and everyone is home to their respective countries and usual routines, mostly no worse for wear. I feel like I did a lot of nothing over the weekend, although somehow laundry and a birthday party (HAN is TWELVE already!) and a marching band show all happened, which filled up plenty of recovery time.

I was back at the office today to welcome a new employee and on the way home thought fAngus would never tolerate such bad manners as the drivers weaving and slamming brakes on I-94 without retribution or fussing. Therefore, I feel like he should be one of those “which of these are you today” memes, only I suck at making memes. Writer, not artist. But I can put the pictures up of my favorite fAngus-tudes:

Choose your fAngus.

Today the horde returns to us for the long weekend, and the teenagers-door-slamming-habit has me waffling between a 4 and 5.

Ok, mostly 5.

UPDATE: SK says “um, cranky swamp hag wasn’t on your Zoosk profile.” I feel like I was pretty up front about that early on, though. Maybe not day one. Even a swamp hag has dating standards, after all.