Proud that I didn't let a work thing get under my skin and make me seethe all day.
Not proud that I'm snarfing a 7-11 rice-crispie treat and negating my healthy lunch.

Proud: Not eating an entire pizza for lunch.

Not Proud: Not eating an entire pizza for lunch.

I hunger

Proud: I was all adult-like and relaxed about calling hotels to inquire about silly policies and was able to get a fantastic oceanside hotel during Memorial Day weekend for about $70/night.

Not Proud: The fact that I am super antsy about my roommmate backing out on me because we still haven't booked our hostel arrangements for the prior few days in New York.

Proud: I have been doing my usual Quality Assurance and Audits stuff, plus filling in for the Legal Executive Admin on the site for the past several days, and have managed to burrow my way through about forty square acres of contracts, agreements, deadlines and last minute travel arrangements, so that guys with suits and six figure incomes needn't rush about flailing like small children in panic mode. Sr. Legal Counsel Guy and the site Prez. are now both under the laughable impression that the sun shines out my rosey li'l bum.

Not Proud: despite that I seem to be able to cope for short periods, I really, really hate being anyone's executive anything, and the resulting stress and attendant requirements to be upbeat, well-dressed and hyperproductive will likely render me catatonic by Saturday. *sigh* Kindly just leave me to my dark little hideyhole behind the QA lab, so that I may dress like a dirty bike messenger and edit my SOPs and audit reports in peace, kthxbye.

Someone is going to have pizza for dinner!

I am proud that I managed to mow the lawn before the rain. I really hate mowing and always have to peptalk myself into just doing it.

I am not proud of that fact that I keep putting off minor (not difficult at all) work tasks that really wouldn't take that long if I would just focus all my energy in that direction.

I'm not proud of feeling the opposite of Schadenfreude, whatever that is. Envy, I guess.

I'm proud of having stuck to a tough workout schedule for the last six weeks or so.

Proud: Took care of business. The whole stack.

Not Proud: Took care of breakfast. The whole stack.

Proud this is pathetic I finally cleaned the dead leaves and dust and muckiness from water spillage from behind the ficus tree pot in my bedroom.

Not proud more pathetic that I didn't even mop the rest of the bedroom, just that one sort of quarter area. (I don't mind the mopping; I hate the pre-sweeping. I hate my broom.)

Proud: Not eating an entire pizza for lunch.
Not Proud: Not eating an entire pizza for lunch.

Proud: Took care of business. The whole stack.
Not Proud: Took care of breakfast. The whole stack.

For the last time you two, "oxymoron" is not a pizza topping, nor is it an ingredient in syrup.

It's a pimple cream.

I'm still alive and didn't kill anyone. I guess I'm proud of that. I'm also proud that I was astute enough to notice that my corner store was carrying this. I'm no expert, but I'm fairly sure that the buccaneer community was not known for smooth soft lips or good oral health in general. maybe this stuff should be sold as 'Scurvilicious! Yarrr!'

1. I'm proud that I cut some fabric out today.

2. I'm not proud that I didn't keep going.

Too bad it's just one thing. I'm proud of a few things today.

Proud: I kicked the shit out of my macroecon final.

Not Proud: I'm reading MetaChat instead of working on linear algebra.

Proud: That I got up early to meet our United Way volunteers and kept them happy and working hard all day, finally accomplishing a huge organizing task that I have wanted to do since starting this job nearly 4 years ago.

Not proud: As I sit here (finally) adding up my personal budget spreadsheet for fiscal 2007-08, I am definitely not proud of a lot of my financial choices.

Proud: Opened up a new checking account account. Goodbye, Bank of America! I organized my room a bit more. (I just moved in a new apartment.)

Not proud: Was lazy and didn't turn the bed back into a sofa this morning.

I guess that's not too bad for the most shameful (in)action of the day.

Proud: I appreciated the beauty of my surroundings, my city, my life.

Not proud: Thought cranky catty thoughts about others. Drank too much.

Proud: I totally cleaned my bedroom and threw out - I weighed it! - 10 KILOS of crap. 10 kilos! That's, like, two newborns.

Not proud: I'm worried that the online teaching-methodology course I signed up for is going to kick my ass. Like really hard. Harrrrrd.

*winces*