Talky-Talky
Went for a run yesterday after sitting on the couch fondling my belly bulges and getting thoroughly disgusted. I had meant to go to the gym right after work but once again had forgotten my little white towel. 24 Hour Fitness requires you to bring your own towel or you might have to buy one from them for $5 if you forget yours. I am NOT paying $5 for a towel...NO WAY! So I went home and cooked dinner, ate, and loathed myself into running. Whatever works...It's so true that your body starts to fall apart in your 30's.
My foot feels fabulous from my injection. Yay! And the doctor I go to is so cute and nice. It is a great way to start my day. He is always so smiley and I think I might have the tiniest of crushes on him. Don't worry Pat. You know my biggest crush is on you my sweet babooo!
Already my cubicle neighbor has been talking my ear off with repeat stories and bagging's that take forever to get through. No matter how many times I tell her that I have heard it before, she trudges on with it and inevitably the story spawns two or three other stories in the process, all that I have heard before. I try to calm myself and quell my urges to escape at all costs by telling myself that it is okay because it will pass an hour of the day easily and all I have to do is sit here with a oblivious smile on my face and throw out some occasional "uh-huh" "sure" "no way". And look! It is already 9:54 a.m.!!!
My typical day: listening to cubicle neighbor, scheduling meetings, telling people what to do, scheduling more meetings, listening to cubicle neighbor, avoiding lunch with creepy people, attending meetings, corralling people that I have told what to do, telling people what to do... All in all, not a bad gig. It's the telling people what to do that is the hard part.
My foot feels fabulous from my injection. Yay! And the doctor I go to is so cute and nice. It is a great way to start my day. He is always so smiley and I think I might have the tiniest of crushes on him. Don't worry Pat. You know my biggest crush is on you my sweet babooo!
Already my cubicle neighbor has been talking my ear off with repeat stories and bagging's that take forever to get through. No matter how many times I tell her that I have heard it before, she trudges on with it and inevitably the story spawns two or three other stories in the process, all that I have heard before. I try to calm myself and quell my urges to escape at all costs by telling myself that it is okay because it will pass an hour of the day easily and all I have to do is sit here with a oblivious smile on my face and throw out some occasional "uh-huh" "sure" "no way". And look! It is already 9:54 a.m.!!!
My typical day: listening to cubicle neighbor, scheduling meetings, telling people what to do, scheduling more meetings, listening to cubicle neighbor, avoiding lunch with creepy people, attending meetings, corralling people that I have told what to do, telling people what to do... All in all, not a bad gig. It's the telling people what to do that is the hard part.
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