I left work on time tonight, which is the first time I’ve done so all week. I know it’s a short week and that last week I was in yee-hawville so that doesn’t really count as real work so I shouldn’t have to complain, but I am. It’s been a pretty fucking busy week at work.
No matter how hard I try to predict what my boss will quiz me on, bug me about, ask for an update on, I fail. Not that I think I’m a failure, but she really does take me down several notches on the “I really know what I’m doing in my job” ladder.
I like to think I do what I’m doing and that I’m not a moron. People, am I a moron??
I realized this afternoon that my fly was down. I don’t know the last time that’s happened me because it rarely ever does, but it was down and I wondered if the coworker who rarely speaks to me, let alone rarely speaks to me at my desk, just so happened to come over to me at my desk today with a smirk on her face. She had little to say and I thought she might be coming over to talk to the other coworker at my desk trying to help me with something. But she claimed that she was just over to say “hey”…Well, hey…I think she knew all along. That’s fine. I mean, I’m okay with it.
I skipped lunch today and ate breakfast type items later on in the day but that didn’t stop me from consuming yummy pasta tonight and the numberless (because I’m hiding how many it is) trips for seconds I had. I had more than a second (and maybe more than a third), but they were smallish bowls…at least I like to think so.
I know, I’m gross and this is why I can’t bitch about gaining back weight lost for the wedding. I’m really ready for an intervention. Bub, please help.
I’m tired. Bub is out and due back soon and we talked about going to the gym. I need him to go with me. We signed up to go together and so we should. The in-laws are here and will be visiting with us tomorrow night and I have an early (think first-thing-in-the-morning-you-can’t-even-check-your-email-yet) call that I thought I would miss for a company meeting but apparently even my boss thinks this early call is way more important, fine. So my point is I won’t have time to go to the gym before work since I can’t risk being late one minute or more…(by the way, I have been doing smashingly well at being on time! Yay me!) But that means I get to waltz into a company meeting (didn’t we just have one of those last week?) late and everyone will turn and I’ll turn bright red (but I don’t really ever turn red so I really won’t) and then I’ll probably have to either sit on top of the projector in the lap of the boss of the company or stand in the back and I just don’t want to go. No, no, no!
But wait, tomorrow is Friday. And no, it is not a long weekend, but it is a weekend and I’ll take it.