My new leaf...

This week I had a client meeting at 9am on Monday morning so I had to get up at 6:30am (like I'm supposed to) to ensure that I was at work on time (8:45am) ready for the meeting. See, usually my alarm goes off at 6:30am, I hit the snooze button once...then again...and again...until it's about 7am. It's a real battle for me to get up in the mornings. It takes me the full half hour to talk myself into it. "Ok Janelle, you're about to get up...in three...one, two, three...nah, just five more minutes." When I have eventually gotten out of bed and spent way too long in the shower I usually leave my house around quarter past 8. This is no where near enough time to get to work by 8:45am so I usually rock up somewhere between 9 and quarter past 9. I wasn't always doing that. I used to be on time every day, sometimes even early but in the last few months I've begun to run out of steam and started to become later and later every day.

Anyway, this Monday morning I made it to work by 8:30am and felt quite good about my achievement. (I rewarded myself for my fantastic effort with a Macca's hash brown.) I didn't have to walk from the train station at a pace where I felt like my legs might fall off or try and sneak into my cubicle undetected. I walked into the office, had a leisurely chat with a few people, checked some emails, prepared for my meeting and it was nice to not feel so rushed for once. So, I am now turning over a new leaf. Trying to get to work on time. I'll admit, this is no easy task for me, I am late everywhere I go, it's genetic. But so far, it's been going well.

Take today for example. I don't run to catch the train. If it's gonna go, it can go. I would rather be late than have to run. But, in accordance with my new leaf, I made an exception and gave it my best shot. Still half asleep and wearing heels, I ran my little heart out. I made it too. Just in time. The doors were closing and making that beep beep beep noise as I jumped on the train. Excellent timing! As a result, I was only five minutes late for work instead of 25. Yep, I'm just taking it a day at a time.

The Controversial Zone II

Yesterday morning as I was on my way into work , there happened to be two young men coming towards me. I had almost reached the office building when one of the men, too busy blatantly staring at me and grinning, tripped over the front step. As I passed by them the other young man said to me with a smile, "Excuse my friend, he has trouble walking around pretty girls." I smiled back and continued into the building. By the time I got to the lifts I couldn't help but giggle as I replayed the incident over in my head. Good times, good times.

The other day I was telling my dearest and favourite brother, Pauly about another incident that occurred a couple of weeks ago. I was driving down Mount Alexander Road when I noticed two teenage boys approaching a pedestrian crossing. I stopped to let them walk across, they hesistated so I gave them a little wave to let them know I wasn't gonna run them over. As they crossed one of them smiled and continually waved at me with his friend pulling at his sleeve until he had reached the other side. I just shook my head and laughed. When I told this story to Paul, he asked me when I was going to stop enjoying attention from the opposite sex. Come on, that is one of THE most ridiculous questions I've ever heard. The answer is NEVER. I made some comment about it being flattering and Paul said it shouldn't be flattering because they don't know me at all, they are just reacting to my appearance. Well, duh! That's the point. He also said something about how it's the same when someone trys to pick you up in a bar; they don't know you, they're just going by your looks. I don't think that's unreasonable though. Let's face it, your appearance is what always initially attracts a person. I'm not saying beauty is everything, I mean, you're gonna need more than a pretty face to sustain someone's attention. And everyone has their different idea of what beauty is anyway. But you can't get to know someone if you don't talk to them and you're not going to approach someone who you don't find attractive. End of story.

On a side note, the saying you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover...true. But I haven't voluntarily read a book in my life that I didn't pick up because the front cover caught my eye. Yeah, I've probably missed out on reading some good books but if you're going to write a great book, why not put the effort in to slap a nice cover on the front? Do you want people to read your book or not? To say, "My book is a best-seller, I shouldn't need a nice cover to get people to read it" is just pure laziness.

Those summer nights...

I have waited all year in great anticipation for this season. It's summer!
Reasons why I love the summer time:

• Sunshine (everything looks brighter)
• Christmas spirit (tis the season to be jolly)
• Trips to the beach (bikinis, shirtless men)
• Time off work (enough said)
• Mini skirts and singlet tops (casually sexy)
• BBQs (bringing people together...with some snags)
• Warm nights (put away those flannels, more shirtless men)
• Romance (summer flings, valentine's day)
• Cruising in the car (sunnies on, music up, windows down) Traditional tunes: Ride Wit Me by Nelly and Miss California by Dante Thomas