Last week, Werk was hurtin’ for some ladies to show up for the co-ed softball game. I typically go, but as team mom. I’m bringing the snacks, the beer and the cheers. I was quite content with my role. But alas, they needed me to not only “play” but “play” something other than catcher.
So I decided to really put my best foot forward and dress the part. The whole part. I must say, I played the best softball of my MW career. And karoaked afterwards in this to “You Can’t Hurry Love.” Many thanks to the lads at the window table and their “Dottie, Dottie, Dottie!” chants.
I stay pretty plugged in at work with music. I find it not only helps me tune out neighbors’ conversations and keep me focused, but also helps keep me motivated while keeping content. I also cannot stop from chair dancing. And who can possibly frown while chair dancing?
Life has been pretty insane lately, which is why I think I’m completely blindsided that tomorrow is September 1. And that Summer Fridays end this week. As well as Summer Hours. Hell, Summer! Sigh.
After a pretty intense 2 Werk Weeks, I feel like I’m finally coming back up for air after swimming defiantly in a changing current. And it feels good. Because not only do I feel like I had a major accomplishment to tuck in my pocket, but I got to know some of the MDub team that I never really work with it. And since these weeks were filled with late nights and changing ideas, I learned to lean on them when I needed it.
Really, all of my co-workers. Everyone in the office knows how important this pitch was and really rallied to help me stay sunny throughout the process. Whether it was Jon sending musical inspirations for the day to help keep me from going postal (his best is below), or Sarah making sure we bike, pilates and zumba on a Saturday morning, I realized how blessed I truly am. And how I wouldn’t trade this place for anything (except maybe a TV show, movie and book deal, but they’d have to be rolled into all three).
And funny that this realization of how amazing my co-werkers truly are just so happens to land on my one-year anniversary with the company. This is officially, the longest place I’ve worked since the Dole Center back in Kansas (glory days).
I only hope everyone has the kind of support system I have here. Because it’s more than just being a team player. It’s that “Bud Light Fairy” who leaves you a brew when you go for a bathroom break at 9:30 at night. It’s those inside jokes you make when trapped in a room at 11 p.m. on a Wednesday when all you do is stare at the deck and laugh. That’s the best kind of support system. The green and orange walls are my Sunrise on Avenue C.
We went this past weekend and let me just say, that sure is a hell of a lot harder than it looks. I only managed to get my knees up to the bar once as I continued to lead with my right leg up to the bar and forget about my left.
As I was the only one in the class who couldn’t seem to manage the knees to the bar move, I perfected the art of backflipping, landing in the net and climbing out. And I made sure to crack jokes about my poor form.
All in all, the class was fantastic and the instructors were people you wanted to befriend. I’ll definitely go again once my body forgives me for subjecting it to that. From the hips up, I’m hurting today, but no pain, no gain right?
I flew through the air, but not with the greatest of ease.
Clearly I wasn’t made for the circus. But thankfully, I too have a great safety net.
Hanna (Non)Tana 