Typical Monday

Sitting in one of the Paneras my offices eating a tasty chicken salad sandwich Indescribable Mess That Surprisingly Requires A Fork, early for one of my 3 meetings of the day, I feel content. Not happy or unhappy, thrilled or anxious. Just pretty good for no remarkable reason, in a familiar kind of way. In a "this is my life and I'm likin' these rhythms" kind of way.

The day started far earlier than I'd hoped for when I woke before sunrise to recall that the clay I'd needed to turn into pendants last night wasn't ready and therefore my morning would be spent moving through the creative motions required for designing some truly pleasing pieces that will be presented to a client who's commissioned a very specific type of pendant. (Best to offer a selection: choices are good when your client has something in mind, and you're the one who's going to realize that vision for her.)

Now, several hours later, the pendants sitting on a kiln shelf awaiting the high temperatures that will take them to bisque and ready for tomorrow night's glazing session, and I'm giving myself fifteen minutes to move from this highly tactile mode to one in which I can write a semi-professional document for a new website client. We're not too awfully formal over here in MelodyLand, but certain standards must be met. And so I'm hoping the flow of an ordinary blog post will help set the stage in my brain for this next kind of writing.

It'll be a whole lot easier if She Who Wore Far Too Much Musk Perfume will go back to work and stop sitting so close to me. I'm sure she's a lovely person, truly I am. But really! Somebody who loves this woman should speak up and be far more honest with her. Sometime really, really soon.  

Comments

[Betsy]

I work with a woman Who Wears Far Too Much Perfume. I think it's called "Charlie," remember that from the 80s? I asked her to stop wearing it when I was pregnant (was able to play the "Sensitive to Smells" card) but unfortunately she began using it again now that my child was born. it's pretty bad, as many of us agree at work. I hope someone else will speak up about it, else when I return to work I can pretend that my sniffer is still sensitive even after pregnancy. Not sure why she wears it; she's married, and there's no reason to wear strong perfume in an office as informal as ours. There's no one there to impress, really.

[Melody]

See, that's a tricky one. A stranger thankfully goes away. (As did my stranger.) A co-worker is a different story altogether. I've been there. Hopefully your own issue will work itself out. And if not, good thing new moms are well-documented to often still have some of the "issues" they had before the arrival of baby...

Great to hear from you!