I'm sorry! Was I rambling?

Hello everyone.
How was your Wednesday? Mine went something like this:
Woke up around 5:15 and decided to do a little bit of yoga. Hadn't done that in forever, but I remember the first set of positions so I went with it. Now I know why I stopped. I don't get sore, I get sleepy. All that deep breathing and holding poses... my jaw got more of a workout through all the yawning I was doing. So I took a nap. 15 minutes later I was refreshed and went with my usual: weight training. My routine thereafter was normal: shower, dress, eat and head for work. Had to stop at the post office first. Once at work, I greeted co-workers, but I was welcomed with unsure eyes. "What?" I asked a little unnerved. "Your shirt's on inside out!" "It is?" I bursted out laughing. I wore a black colored polo shirt. I guess all that singing to the radio in the bathroom distracted me. Luckily the deoderant stains on the armpits weren't as set in as I thought they might be.
Another wierd thing I'd like to bring up. You're at work and you go to the restroom. One of the stalls is being used. Efficiently, you occupy a stall and finish before the person who was there first even makes a move. You exit the stall and head for the sinks - hopefully - and proceed to wash your hands. Is it just me, or do you look into the mirror at the reflection of the person's feet in the occupied stall? I am always curious to see who I've interrupted in their quiet time. I mean, sometimes I go in there and just sit to get away from people. I pray, imagine storylines, what I am going to blog about later... . I try to figure out who it is by their shoes. Lately, however, I've become fascinated with the ones that simply exit the restroom without washing their hands. I'm usually in a stall when this happens but the last time I bent over to catch a peek of the shoes that were walking out I got a cramp in my neck. One lady had the audacity to depart the stall, smile at me and walk right out. There is a sign on the exit that colorfully states: Please wash hands after using the restroom. I can only assume she was feeling defiant that day.

A new addition was installed in our breakroom. A suggestion box, complete with paper and a slot to insert your suggestion or complaint. Interestingly enough, there is no pen available. As of yet, there have been no suggestion or complaints made. Our bosses must love the false sense of 'all's well' in their business.

Ah, well; the day has come to an end for me. Thank you guys and gals for the nice comments you made about my last blog. I have to go back and read what I wrote because I forget once I log off. I'm merely rambling. As for a book, I don't know if I have experienced enough of life to write something that will keep you reading for more than a page. I simply have spurts of rambling. As long as you let me ramble, I'll continue to write.