Speaking of Money

If my direct deposits were larger, I'd send you all a box of these:

http://levainbakery.com/

I pretty much think about these all day every day, and if I get off work before they close - I stop by and somehow feel like $3.75 for a cookie is a really good deal.

Liz is...

Grateful for Payday.*

I always forget that we have jobs to earn money. Somehow I internalized the whole "do something you love and don't worry about the money" advice (that our parents' generation so zealously showered on us) to the point that I don't see my job as a means to money. But on days like today when it's a struggle to get in by 10:30 (ask Linds and Amy about this morning or Ali about every morning) it's good to see my e-pay notice and remember there is some sort of meaning in it all - in addition to filling out tax returns of course-which is so obviously fraught with meaning.

*thanks for indulging my desire to participate in the facebook status without actually using the facebook status tool...

A Surprising Reaction to Stress:

Work is too much! It's ridiculous. I know I keep harping on it. And anytime I see any of you in the flesh I'm sure it's all I've talked to you about--may I just apologize for that now! How annoying! So I PROMISE that in 10 days when the madness is over I will join the real world again. And I can't wait! But don't worry--in the meantime I don't think I'll see any of you anyway (as I'll be at 300 Madison from now until the 15th) so this will be the last of my complaints!

Anyway, enough is enough -with this whining as much as the work itself. Plus - the reason behind this stream of consciousness post is not to vent but to share what I have found to be an entertaining reaction to stress...

Incessant Laughter!

How weird is that? I think it's a sign that I'm really cracking up! People will write mildly funny things on my inter-PwC messenger "sametime" (akin to google chat but more acceptable in the office because it's presumably all professionally relevant-right...) and I will start giggling at my desk. Audible giggling. The kind that lets everyone around you know that you're not working. And then if someone writes something actually funny I will start laughing so hard I have to excuse myself to either the bathroom or the pantry! I feel like I'm 12. Now there's a way to shoot your 16-hour day in the foot. You work hard all day and then giggle for 20 seconds and suddenly everyone around you assumes that you're not getting anything done... Oh dear and oh well.

Just think how hard I'll laugh when I'm back to doing fun things and hearing real jokes about non-tax accounting. You'll probably be embarrassed to be around me in public, but you'll also probably feel like the funniest person in the world!