I ran into the Starbuck’s guy again today, of course I did, because over the weekend I was thinking about it and I decided I really wasn’t interested.
As if I’m the ultimate decision maker on this one… who am I fooling? He may not even be interested in me!
Somewhere though I do think my radar is on target for this one.
So I pulled into the parking lot in desperate need of a massive dose of caffeine to get me through my Monday, and saw his truck, thank goodness I was so tired it didn’t phase me.
We chatted a little once I got inside, catching each other up on our Memorial Day weekend plans.
It’s a weird dynamic… like we’re friends but we’ve only had a few very short conversations. As in a few minutes long… so strange.
He walked me out to my car and it was off to work.
Getting through work can be challenging some days, but my boss wasn’t in today and that always helps.
I had quite a bit to do before I could hit my lunch break, where I would head to the cell phone repair shop to get the Blackberry fixed.
The trackball broke last night and I’ve been in agony all day listening to the messages ‘ding’ in, knowing there was absolutely no way I could look at them or communicate with the world.
On the way there, I broke out the Sirius car radio, because quite frankly I’m so sick of hearing 80’s songs I could scream.
Come on… every once in a while is not a big deal but when I hear them every 2 songs it’s getting to be a bit too much for my taste.
But I digress, so I turned on the satellite radio and quickly made sure it was tuned to Radio Margaritaville.
It is amazing how much my attitude changes after hearing Jimmy Buffett or island/tropical music.
I’ve known it for a while, but I sometimes forget how much it relaxes me.
Today, I actually spoke to Jimmy through the radio. I don’t remember what I said, but I remember thinking ‘wow, you just talked out loud to a person singing a song through the radio.’
It was definitely a first for me, at least when it comes to songs. I’ve talked to players on sports teams before, but never a singer.
On the way home I was back to listening to Jimmmy again, and all was right with the world.
The music sounded different to me for some reason, it’s like it completely enveloped me. It wasn’t loud, it was the way it came through the speakers and surrounded me, it was weird.
It was my Margaritaville therapy, which I will gladly accept every day.