"It will be there when you get home." A little blue sticky note lives on my monitor at work constantly reminding me, "It will be there when you get home."

See I have this little problem. I love my job. Sure it has it's ups and downs just any other, but for the most part -- I've got a great job. Since I've been embroiled in this adoption process I've been a less than stellar employee. I try my best, I really do, and I'm getting somewhat better. But checking blogs and news sites is just so tempting.

I've talked to my boss about it and his question to me is always "Is there anything you can control while you're here?" Usually the answer to that is no. I don't mind (and I know bossman doesn't mind) if I have to call my agency or actually take of some business. But idle internet searching isn't so cool.

Yesterday my boss surprised the whole staff by buying us exercise equipment. It's such a cool little thing -- I can do tons of different exercises on this thing. Seriously, how cool is my boss? (And no, he doesn't read this blog... I'm not sucking up.) I've tried almost every exercise on it and love it.
The only thing I haven't figured out is how it gives you a tan. My pasty white Irish skin could use that!

After getting home from work and using my new equipment, I felt guilty. Normally the guilt comes when my exercise equipment or tapes start to gather dust -- not when I'm actively using them. I think I felt guilty today because my boss gave me a gift, and I know that I haven't given him my all lately.

So this is me turning over a new leaf. Adoption be damned, I'm going to try hard to be more like myself. That's what my new exercise equipment is giving me -- toned arms, an inexplicable tan, and focus.