The Stupid Thing That Is Annoying Me Today

It's the coffee cup lids here at work.

We used to have the dome lids:

Then, probably in order to save a few pennies, we switched to these lids:

I hate them. (They aren't the brand pictured over there, so none of this hate is directed at Dixie) The lids are terrible. You are supposed to peel back the tab and lock the little nub into the divot. A divot that has only a passing resemblance to the nub. I have gotten poked in the septum on more than one occasion. Not really one for the "fun" column.

Not only is there the locking issue, but the edges created when you peel back the tab are lethal. I don't have a particularly full lower lip and I still feel like I'm going to have hash marks. Bloody hash marks on my lips. And no, I can't just remove the lid because we aren't allowed to have open containers at our desks. Knowing my luck, I'd take the lid off to get a sip and promptly dump scalding hot coffee all over the place.

Thursday Morning Randomness

I'm always a little suspicious when I wake up on a Thursday and feel refreshed. Thursdays are usually a grind for me. My day starts 2hrs earlier than the rest of the work week but I rarely, if ever, go to bed any earlier Wednesday nights.

This morning my alarm went off and I bolted out of bed. Perhaps it was the sunshiny nature of my bedroom that impelled me into panicked flight across the room to check the time. I blinked in disbelief when I saw that, yes, it was 6:30am and I was not late for work. In fact, I dawdled a fair amount this morning and still managed to get to work 20 minutes early.

Now I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Am I going to crash around lunch time? Will I need to mainline coffee just to make it to 5? If today follows this week's pattern, I'm in for a day that time forgot.

Side note: One of my supervisors, the sugar-pusher, brought in rootbeer barrels. It is hard to maintain a limited sugar intake when faced with the candy version of crack! Must. Stay. Strong.

A Messy Examination of My Reading Habits

I have been in a huge scifi phase lately. It's been all about Banks, Simmons, Scalzi, Morgan. Crazy, complex societies and world-building. Vast stellar distances and technology to make the mind boggle. Give me light-years or give me nothing!

Things were sloooooow at work yesterday and I was poking around in my desk to find someting to read. I uncovered a book my coworker had lent me months ago; Jane Green's Swapping Lives. I have read a fair amount of Green's novels and have usually enjoyed them. She doesn't always wrap things up in a nice, neat bow and I approve of that. I'm not the type of person who needs the perfect, fairytale happy ending in everything I read. While her characters aren't perfectly relatable - way more into designer clothes and the newest hotspots than I ever have been - they also aren't amazing super-women who have it all. In fact, there was one main character in a previous novel I actively disliked.

I have read a fair amount of chick lit. Some of it was good, some of it was fluff, some was crap, but that's how it is with anything, right? I don't ascribe to the idea that only certain genres of fiction are worth reading. After all, I went through a huge romance novel phase - the dirtier the better. I know there are some people who think excessive amounts (whatever that means) of sex detract from a story, but what about when the sex is the story? People have sex and people write what they know. Ergo, people write about sex. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's not as if there aren't millions of other things to read.

I seem to have lost sight of the point of this post. My point is this: I forgot how much I enjoy other genres of fiction. Scifi is my number one choice and I'm probably still going to head over to that section first, but I may make more of an effort to explore (or revisit) other sections of the bookstore.