I had my trainer at 7:15 today, which I forgot till 7:10. I mean, I knew I had her, but I was thinking 7:30, and then when I realized I was off by 15 minutes, there was a … a rush, if you will, that may have been less than dignified. But I got there on time, and by “got there” I mean I clicked Zoom at 7:15 and 30 seconds or so. And then once that was done, I ran around here in what might be called … another undignified rush, as we had a team meeting at 9 a.m. and I wanted to look presentable.
Not that we have to turn on our cameras, but I was worried they might mention me and for some terrible reason they’d say, “June! Turn on your camera so we can gaze upon you!”
I realize that is self-centered and absurd, but there was a ghost of a chance that could happen, and I will tell you why. Remember how I said I had good news I could not tell you yet? I have signed all the paperwork and had a bust of myself made, so it’s official and I can tell you. I applied for a different position at work and after some suspenseful Alfred Hitchcock black-and-white camera tilted funny moments, I got said job.
So now at work I have to stand like this.
…Oh my god, I Googled weird positions and was gonna put one on here to be hilarious, but don’t ever do that to yourself. Don’t Google weird positions.
Anyway. What I mean is, now I write all the time at work rather than edit all the time at work. I have a new boss, but it’s someone I know already so it’s not scary or anything. And it’s officially a promotion, and I know this because my offer letter read, “Congratulations on your promotion.”
In sum, I’m fancy.
So, I thought, Oh lort, what if they tell everyone at the team meeting about my new position (really, every time I say that, I picture me standing like a little teapot) and I have to, like, wave hello loftily or something? So I went to all the bother of putting on one of my nicer sweatshirts from The Gap that I got on sale after Christmas, and I also put on mascara, and then?
I started working early, so I could get stuff done before that 9 a.m. meeting, and then I worried about why my machine wasn’t alerting me that the meeting was coming soon, so then I looked at my calendar and?
Meeting is tomorrow.
Ding-DANG it. Waste of a good sweatshirt. Also, it’s scary that we wonder things like, Why isn’t my machine telling me something.
So, since I already am ahead of myself workwise, I decided I should blog. I wanted to show you all my cheerful spring pictures, which I took yesterday from the confines of my yard. I really should get out and photograph other things, because spring is my favorite season and I know the dogwoods and tulip trees are out there showing off and I’m not looking at them. So without further dos and as, without further hairdos, let’s look at June’s springy photos.
I don’t know what those little purple flowers are around my tree but they’ve come back every spring and I like them. This is also where I moved a rock and saw a snake, so I try not to go over here very often. But, pretty flowers! Pretty—ow.
Yell-o. They call me mellow yellow. I’m curious, George. OK, I’m done saying yellow things.
I call this plant Belle Watling. I’ve no idea what it really is. Someone out there will know. This plant will ring a bell.
I also don’t know what this tree is in my yard, but I adore it. I should really know things about things.
Naturally, I brought Edsel over to make him pose under said pretty tree.
Some day, Eds will write a tell-all. “Dog whoo force to be blog dogg.”
But wait! Those 49 photos were worth it, Eds, because look!
Here we have our ultimate spring shot, and it was so worth getting out the crop.
All right. I have to go do things.
Springing into her new position (teapot),