Don’t worry… I wasn’t the one sleep driving.  But someone I was sharing the road with on my way to work this morning was!

He was a big guy, driving a big white van.  I could see from the time this guy was way ahead of me that he was all over the road.  I figured he was just doing something else and not paying much attention because he was driving worse than a drunk driver.  It wasn’t until I caught up and got beside him that I realized his eyes were closed!

Traffic is always very slow and bumper to bumper on the toll road in the morning.  He would come to a complete stop while the traffic was getting way ahead of him.  Then he would start to drive off the road and stop again when he started to run over the bumps outside the lane.  Luckily for him, and the other drivers, he kept stopping when he fell asleep (instead of crashing).  Then he would realize it, jump, and act awake for twenty seconds before it happened all over again.

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one realizing what was going on.  Everyone was giving him plenty of space in all directions.  I sure wasn’t going to get in front of him!  The entertainment/worry was definitely keeping me more alert.  I’m usually on autopilot on my way to work.  Sometimes I don’t even remember getting there… scary, I know.  Unfortunately, my exit came so I don’t know what happened to him.  I sure hope he made it to where he was going.

For quite a while now my mom and especially my sister have really been into shopping for bargains at resale/consignment stores.  Me… not so much.  I always thought it was way more trouble than it was worth to find something I would like.  Turns out I had a little something to learn from my little sister.

They had recommended that I really needed to check out a consignment shop that they had recently discovered because it sold many clothes from stores I normally shop at.  So, Jesse I were on our way there when he surprised me by pulling off the road at another resale store that had just opened up near our house.  I was not very excited to think about looking for anything there, but I went along with it because it was a nice idea he had.  I was very surprised at some great finds.

Almost all of their tops were $4.07, each skirt was $4.57, and a pair of shorts for $3.77. You can barely tell that everything isn’t new, and you can’t beat the prices! Can you believe I got all these for $42?? I told my sister I was always shopping at resale shops from now on. That got me a fist pump and a YES!! She finally won me over. Why pay full price?

The official Flash Me Friday-er has been having computer issues this week and has been unable to post.  So… I thought I would share my work space with you instead.

Here is what my “office” looks like.  I don’t have any closed doorway so it isn’t really an office, more of a reception area.  People like to call it the fish bowl because it’s right in the middle of the office where I can watch everything that is going on, and they can see me too.  My official title is Office Manager (aka: everything no one else wants to do).

My desk isn’t always this clean, but it was slow towards the end of the day today… hence the time to take pictures.  Notice how I brought both a sweater and a heavier jacket to work today.  The factory employees make fun of me for dressing that way when the feels like temperature is 104° outside.  They’re out there sweating and I’m bundled up. However, I’m lucky if the office temperature reaches the mid-seventies, which is too cold when I’m just sitting here!

My desk has been rearranged to several layouts since I’ve been working here.  Even though I’m kinda in the corner, I think this one is the best option.  I like that I can be lazy and roll my chair over to the copy machine. It gives me the most free desk space, and… I can see out the window!  I can peek right over the top of my monitor to see the outside world.  I like to see when visitors pull up and know that the sun is still shining. The back part of my desk has to stay this organized! I can always tell when other people have been using my stuff. I just can’t help my OCD, it’s genetic.

What about you? What does your office/work space look like? Share a link to your space!