More things I was going to write about
* Interview. I didn’t get the job, which I mostly figured out when there was no phone call by 2:00 Friday afternoon. I left a message asking for a call back about status and found out that there was absolutely NO negative feedback regarding the interview – there was simply a slightly stronger candidate and they went that direction. OK.
* One less stress point. Now I don’t have to sweat how I’m going to pay back the $2,210.00 in tuition reimbursement I’m getting from my current employer.
* Boys. Argh. GAWD. I would break out the old Excel spreadsheet from back in ’06, but that thing is stale and moldy by now. It’s either time for a new one or time for me to stop drinking and being so boy crazy (because while those two things do mix, they don’t always mix well, please just trust me on this one).
* Gym, fitness, weight. Gym is effing awesome, fitness is up there too, and weight? Well, she ain’t changed much but it’s gotta be about gaining a ton of muscle because none of my clothes fit me anymore (they’re too big, srsly). I can run up three flights of stairs and not be as winded as my dog is, and … I just registered for a 10K race in my hometown in September. EEK!
* Anxiety, crazymeds. Anxiety is more under control since I cut WAAAAAAAAY back on the caffeine and upped my dosage of the antidepressant. My mind still races a million miles an hour when I lay down to go to sleep, but I’ve found that a half milligram of Ativan sends me off to dreamland very nicely. A full milligram when I’m having a particularly shitty day, but that doesn’t happen too much.
* Work. Well, it kind of sucks. Without going deeply into detail, I am so backlogged with shit to do that I have an uncapped amount of overtime to put in this week. The only limitation is that I can’t work more than 11 hours a day – and you bet your sweet ass THAT ain’t gonna happen anyway.
* Goodnight. OK, off to take a hot bath and soothe my aching legs. I’ve found that I like running again, but what I like best about it is stopping.
I know you’re caught up in life at the moment, but I really want to hear another of your childhood stories. I love your stories… not that you asked. ;^)
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you have an excel spreadsheet to do with boys? lol, sorry im confused 😀 Oh geez 11 hour days! no way
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boys smell. they just do. and yay for the fitness! i’m so impressed! i am so far from my goal lately but at least i’m still going down, down, down, right? love you.
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I hate boys. F**kers. Never again.
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I’m also intrigued about your Excel spreadsheet! I found you on random and noticed we have the same quote on our front pages – great minds 🙂
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RYN: BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHHA
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11 hours a day for anything more than one day a week is way too exhausting. Hope you make it through ok!
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Drinking and Excel spreadsheets also make for an interesting mix, I bet.
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That completely sucks about the job. Good thing there was a $2k silver lining to that, but still… Drinking…boy crazy…sounds like story fodder. You know, for 20-year-olds who have the stamina for the bullshit! You don’t needs no bullshit. ryn: Aww, thanks for that!!
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ha!
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haha on the running stopping. maybe i will recall that should ever actually begin, which i oft think of doing, i’ll recall as i run panting, thinking i am dying, hey cool eventually you will get to stop.
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Sounds like things are going pretty well!
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10k race! So many of my wonderful favourites are setting these race goals and it makes me so SO excited for them! For YOU!
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What is it with these people not giving us jobs?
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