I HATE that Liz Lemon!

When I said I was recommitting to balancing work / life a little better, I meant that I was going to write more on my blog. But I think I've told enough work stories for the time being. Sadly, what else is there to write about?

Here's a picture of Kaylin, me, and Carrie. No, it's not our best shot . . . we were shanghaied. I would have liked advanced notice so I could do my hair and make up! Kidding. But it's proof that I'm alive and actually go places.

Tonight Kaylin, Carrie, and I were watching TV when 30 Rock came on in which Kaylin brought up her extreme distaste for Tina Fey.

"Seriously, guys," she said, "I think that Tina Fey is butt ugly."

I looked at her in horror because I well remember her teasing me that my celebrity doppelganger was Tina Fey. I never much liked the comparison because who wants to be compared to the smart girl instead of the pretty one? Really . . . who?

"What?" She said in response to my expression. She had no idea.

"You really don't know why I'm looking at you this way?" Okay, I might have been a bit passive aggressive.

"No!"

"You don't remember all of those times you told me and everybody else that I look like Tina Fey?"

This resulted in laughter like I've never heard from Kaylin. It was almost worth being compared to a "butt-ugly" celebrity.

Almost.

Recommitted . . . Oh, And My Gaydar Just Went Off

I'm recommitting to achieving and maintaining balance with my life. Does anybody else struggle with this? It's probably a lifelong pursuit, so here goes . . . again. And again.

I love working on my new project. I laugh all day long. So few people get to laugh as much as I do; I feel lucky. I come home with a million stories. People are probably tired of hearing my "funny" stories but I love sharing them.

Last week my co-worker John walked past me to his cubicle. It seems to be that this new project demands meetings all day long from all of us. Sometimes I like them, sometimes not so much. Sometimes I feel like a hamster in one of those running wheels, just going and going and feeling like you're not going anywhere.

"Melissa," he said, "What's going on in the world? I feel like I have no idea what's happening out there."

I can relate. My life has been going at warp speed since I started the new job. I barely even check Facebook these days, which is really saying something. It doesn't help that they blocked Facebook at work . . . those dirty rats.

"Hmm, let's see." I said. "Did you hear about the miners in West Virginia?"

"Yeah. Didn't about 25 die in an explosion?"

I nodded. "It's so sad. Working in a mine must be so terrible. It's so dangerous."

"And so dirty."

I gave him a look. "My gaydar just went off."

He got a confused look on his face. "Gaydar? Why? Because we're talking about coal miners?" He is absolutely clueless.

"Working in a coal mine must be so dirty." I mocked. "Gross . . . it's just so dirty. Ew, I just hate the dirt."

He burst out laughing. I did too. We sat there in our cubicles laughing mindlessly. He took it a step further and grabbed a banana from his desk and held it to his ear. "Ugh, I hate coal mines. They're so dirty. Ew. Dirt is bad."

A banana? What? He chose a banana of all things?

I was dying and couldn't contain myself erupting into loud, exuberant laughter. It carried throughout the office. I couldn't stop. Like I said, I just laugh all day long.

Tomorrow I get my safety gear--hard hat, protective glasses, reflective vest, and steel-toe boots. Are you as excited as I am?