Thursday was one of those days at work.
Amen, brother. I feel your pain, but my computer was not the source of my frustration.
Thursday was a day of working with difficult co-workers who get on my nerves, and those for which I know the feeling is mutual.
(In my office, my co-workers would probably tell you that I'm that difficult co-worker. I've embraced my inner bitch, so I'm OK with that assessment.)
Anywho, Thursday was stressful - to say the least - and I really needed to do something to let it go.
Enter my newest gym buddy, Jess, and more than an hour of cycling class. (We're working together to fight the fat! Check out her blog.)
Yes, you read that correctly. I biked for more than an hour Thursday.
And it felt great.
So, I went to cycling class a little early, and waited for my gym buddy to get off work and join me.
With my iPod as my riding friend, I pedaled away, working through my anger and stress from work.
In about 20 minutes, Jess joined me. We griped about our mutual frustrations at work, and then started working them out on the bikes.
The cycling class instructor wasn't bad. Her music was a little weird, but we got our cycling on.
As we were huffing and puffing away on the bikes, a 'Pussycat Dolls' look alike walked into class.
With her matching crop top and hipster sweats, she looked like she may be going to practice for a her stint as a music video 'ho,' or something.
My gym partner and I looked at each other, and then back at Ms. Pussycat. We were on the same page.
We hate her.
After a brief disruption for us to agree that Ms. Pussycat obviously hadn't heard that we all look like hell when we are at the gym (Jess and I were both is rumbled clothes from our gym bags - so fashionable), we got back on track.
And we biked.
And biked.
(Ms. Pussycat didn't even finish the whole class. Wuss.)
And biked some more.
After an hour for Jess, and almost an hour and a half for me, we were done.
The ride had given us a good workout, a better mood and a little perspective.
You're always going to have annoying people at work, but you can be professional and learn to work with them.
Communication at work can help avoid situations with difficult co-workers.
Work is just something you do - it's not your whole life.
A laugh with a co-worker you like can make things better.
And, when all those pretty words fail, you always have cycling class.
Gotta love an hour of cycling to make you forget everything that went wrong at work that day!