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I'm a happy girl again!

My coworkers are hysterical. This was my cubicle today (and it's a mess). The red flag means stay out. No one has been allowed to talk to me for the last twelve days. Today someone put up the police tape. I didn't even notice it when they put it up, and I was in my cube. I had my headphones on and was totally focused. It's like I've been in solitary confinement.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSW4rHD2WHJKLjneBgM6wjGx1byKSYsEZRB1tkMjTlVZeQyxsn_pjQe5eQSrsyuWLodxRoKKYOwqLWA4s9ObFb6igiucqAEDlNQ8ovHPtGovX0_qhHZDWoZEmLBMxvOy8rVjnbk3Q73xx/s1600/P1020761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSW4rHD2WHJKLjneBgM6wjGx1byKSYsEZRB1tkMjTlVZeQyxsn_pjQe5eQSrsyuWLodxRoKKYOwqLWA4s9ObFb6igiucqAEDlNQ8ovHPtGovX0_qhHZDWoZEmLBMxvOy8rVjnbk3Q73xx/s400/P1020761.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />After twelve days of feeling like I was in the depths of despair in my job, a miracle happened today. Seriously. I'm not a kidding. A real miracle.<br /><br />First of all, I've never been this frustrated over a work project. I've had difficult tasks, but I've always had enough time to complete them. This time I was under the gun. After taking over something from a coworker, I had twelve days to complete something that after I got into it, I realized would take at the bare minimum a month, and to do a good job, probably a couple months or more. Of course, by the time I realized this I was knee deep with the a solid deadline in front of me.<br /><br />Today my manager came back from vacation. She had left right before I started working on this project from hell. Have I mentioned I really like my manager? She's fair, understanding, and really wants the best for her employees. I'm very lucky.<br /><br />We just happened to arrive at work this morning at the exact same time. Although I hadn't planned to catch her first thing, I asked if we could talk. After I explained the problem to her, she immediately came up with a much quicker and easier solution. Something that would take me about four hours to code instead of two months. She ran it by the director and it was quickly approved. Like I said, it was a true miracle.<br /><br />I can breathe again.<br /><br />INO<br />Yesterday <a href="http://doingaone-eighty.blogspot.com/2011/04/ino.html">Helen </a>wrote a post about INO. It's a great post and really hit home with me. It's really simple, INO stand for "It's Not an Option".<br /><br />I've been using INO for over three years when it comes to exercise. There are mornings when going to the gym is really not something I want to do. It would be much easier to sleep or find any excuse to not go. There are many mornings when I'm getting dressed in my workout clothes that I think about not going, but I always tell myself, "hey, not exercising is NOT an option. You have do this, regardless of how tired you feel or if you feel like crap from eating candy yesterday, you're going to the gym!". That was my Sunday conversation with myself after my big Saturday Milky Way bar binge. <br /><br />I don't know why it's never occurred to me to use INO for eating. Helen talked about INO for her exercise <u>and </u>her food. Eat smaller portions of healthy food. It's worked these three plus years for exercise. I am trainable.<br /><br />It's almost 2:30 a.m. (yes, I was testing the quick and easy fix before it goes to our QA group tomorrow morning). I ate healthy and smaller portions than normal all day yesterday and today. I thought about getting a snack tonight several times while I was working (I'm working from home). I used INO, and oddly, it worked.<br /><br />At the moment I'm more tired than hungry so I made it through two whole days now without eating at night. Lately, that's some sort of record for me. <br /><br />Here are a couple pictures I took after work tonight. I love these trees. I'm not sure, but maybe they're cherry trees? This is right outside my office. That's the moon in top picture, between the branches. It was about 7:30pm last night (I still haven't been to bed yet, but I'm going as soon as I hit publish). The other picture shows my lonely car in the parking lot. :)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifx_lOi2UQD90rIOjYSh358U5yfBgF027MMd0MiTdQVV48JWxJTIyzTkFfHSQlC1yZ4v3B5D_5E4LfZrQ0f0DxmX3ybHhOfumNvGWOePkum8XNaY4opTVuLNUNev4oYutW5l53TC-Ai-bA/s1600/P1020767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifx_lOi2UQD90rIOjYSh358U5yfBgF027MMd0MiTdQVV48JWxJTIyzTkFfHSQlC1yZ4v3B5D_5E4LfZrQ0f0DxmX3ybHhOfumNvGWOePkum8XNaY4opTVuLNUNev4oYutW5l53TC-Ai-bA/s400/P1020767.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk9zv6YVNCUjNLpkFwZ2fnIyJQLM-S1WeWUNdVGjO2gNzeXVUqgfIvjU9zbKwSDA1FPQZRh2kQfhbbEGDhAvadYUEJ3rKut0gSE-gBpQFSgP-XPYEYyVOhkFL1Rp1Lea4IkhcLeitHPyf/s1600/P1020764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk9zv6YVNCUjNLpkFwZ2fnIyJQLM-S1WeWUNdVGjO2gNzeXVUqgfIvjU9zbKwSDA1FPQZRh2kQfhbbEGDhAvadYUEJ3rKut0gSE-gBpQFSgP-XPYEYyVOhkFL1Rp1Lea4IkhcLeitHPyf/s400/P1020764.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>

I'm a happy girl again!

I'm a happy girl again!

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