Smile like you mean it

Gosh I'm tired.  Scott's on vacation this week and I was drafted to pull orders.   I'm used to sitting at my desk for most of the day.  I usually get up for coffee and potty breaks and to check product availability for the occassional impatient, but important customer.  The past two days, I've walked more than I've walked in the past two weeks.  And there's squatting and reaching; I'm surprised my back isn't acting up.  I suppose I should be happy, or least thankful, for the workout.  I'm not exactly excited about the rest of the week.  I've still been doing my own job as I go.  Thankfully, I don't have any big projects right now.  I can't help but hope for a bonus on my paycheck although I know it won't happen.  I may hint at it tomorrow.  Pfft.  I can't hint.  I'm gonna come out and say it and try to have a smile in my voice. 

I've discovered that smiling helps me get what I want.  I know that sounds kind of sociopathic, but it's true.  I wasn't a smiler by nature.  It took years of teachers bitching and my friends telling me I looked pissed off.  I had to start smiling just so people would leave me alone because I felt fine.  Although I did get annoyed being asked a hundred times a day if I was okay.  Now I smile more.  Too much some say, but can't please all the people yadda blah.  Once I started smiling, I found that people warmed up to me and became far more cooperative.  I also found that I now have wrinkles around my eyes. 

I have more wrinkles than my mom.  It's to be expected though, as my dad is full of wrinkles...and thick, flowing white hair.  I hope one day I have hair just like that.  Sadly, I think that day is coming all too soon.  I pulled out about fifteen to twenty white hairs yesterday from an area of my head smaller than my palm.  It's the strangest thing.  I look like the old woman, but my body acts more like the old man. 

I'm tired and stressed.  I need to de-stress.  I took a nap and it helped some.  I think I may call the massage school by work and see if they can sneak me in during my lunch hour.  Can you eat a cheeseburger while being massaged?  That sounds good.  A roll rub and beer-battered onion rings would make me smile genuinely.  Who's in?