Peppy...?

I've recently been playing around with the idea of becoming a flight attendant.

You may think, wha?? Why? Why would you want to have people whine at you in an enclosed environment, or mop up vomit off the floor, or serve people drinks and junk??

You forget:

I have already worked at a day care, a music store, a Subway franchise, and a veterinarian's office.

Therefore, I've had my turn at serving pissy people food and drinks, being scolded in other languages, and waaaaaaay more than my fair share of cleaning up animal/people barf.

Not to mention I recently found out I'm at nearly the ideal height for a flight attendant.

So I mean, Why not?

Anyways, I've been practicing being "flight attendant peppy" while at work this week, and I think its going fairly well. It makes the time go by faster, and it makes it easier to put up with things I'm frustrated with.

I've also been painting my nails out of the ordinary, super bright colors.

Today was yellow, if you wanted to know.

And let me be the first to tell you; if you surround yourself with really happy, peppy colors, it is just THAT much easier to be happy and peppy. No joke.

So basically, everytime I felt an insult, or anger or frustration coming on, I literaly just looked at my hands and admired my fingernails, and I honestly couldn't help but smile. Not to mention I got several compliments on my 'happy nails' and 'bold choice.'

I like being considered 'Bold.' :)

Pretty much, my day started fabulously and kept going that way. I got everything I needed to done. I even went running tonight outside for the first time in a while. I had tons of energy all day long.

Then again, that whole energy thing may have had a little something to do with the fruit roll-up I ate with breakfast.

Whate'er.