Tuesday, July 27, 2010
1) I still hate my job. Still looking for a new job - which basically, means I apply for anything and everything that is not call center. I think at this point I would clean elephant assholes if it paid relatively the same and rescued me from this place. (What would my title be? Assholetologist? I feel like I am pretty well qualified to perform that job.)
2) Still working on weight loss, just not as arduously as before. We've been really busy around here, seeing as it's busy time at my phone monkey job and at the movies and the house and yard are still in DESPERATE need of upgrading and improvement. I've lost motivation to workout after spending all of my time hating my job and busting my ass at my house. I definitely need to find that motivation again. Does anyone know how to find lost motivation?
3) Still not preggers, though I am taking Clomid this cycle to see what happens. This is my one and only Rx for it, so hopefully it does something. I have read alot about the symptoms and so far, I have had ZERO. At least, I think I have had zero. Every time I feel remotely warm I think to myself (in a loud inside-my-head voice), IS THIS A HOT FLASH? DOES ANYONE ELSE LOOK HOT?? HOW WILL I KNOW??? As a result I end up constantly gauging the internal thermostats of my coworkers and checking them with my own. They must think I'm queer.
4) Mr. Joe and I have started this new, radical idea for our marriage and finances. It's called Let One Person Take Care of the Bills Using Only One Joint Account. It's a relatively new concept in running a household. Instead of having three checking accounts (one for me, one for him, one for us), we now have just one account that we put all of our money in. I know it sounds crazy, right? This all stemmed from the constant overdraft fees I was accumulating (37 bucks each time friends) every time I neglected to move money into the right account or I forgot that a payment was coming out. Mr. Joe just about divorced me, but instead decided that he was taking away my debit card and giving me an allowance. So at 27 years of age, I have an allowance. It's not a set amount of money per week or anything, but basically whatever amount of cash Mr. Joe hands to me is my spending money until he has more cash for me. He hands me cash about once (sometimes twice!) a week. Then he pays all of the bills. This is working out splendidly because a) I don't have to do anything and b) magically, when I don't have my debit card, I end up with hundreds left over at the end of every pay period.
So that about covers it. I'll try to keep everyone updated more often. I know how you guys hang on my every word. I do have a funny story to share about a creepy stalker I have at the movies and an arm wrestling stalker that Mr. Joe has at his job.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
1)It was further away than this stupid job is and Mr. Joe and I want to move closer to home
2)I could not chat on gmail with Chrissy at the new job like I can now
3)I would end up busting my ass at work and not getting paid OT because I would be exempt
Though listing the reasons helped a little, the rejection still stung like a hot-pavement knee scrape. That night for dinner, I kind of went overboard and had 3 chalupas and a soft taco, followed by an ice cream sundae. Oops.
Today, the search is back on for a new job - so if you have a spare moment, send whatever prayers / positive thoughts / good juju you can afford my way please. My hammy arms can't take much more rejection.
Monday, July 12, 2010
I remember coming home from that trip and seeing myself for the first time as fat. UGH. I just hate this picture!!! here I am in the same shirt one year later though:
I know it's hard to see a difference, because we're sitting down, but there is a difference there. Still not 100%, but I'm working on it. After the last two weeks of P90X, I'm going to start on the Classic program. Anyone wanna join me (I'm talking to you Krista!!)
PS: I wish I was back in Disney!!!!
Hope everyone has a marv week. Be sure to read the fab McFatty Post by Metta this week.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
These are my parents. They paid for my entire family to go down for this trip. Aren't they cute? My Dad's shirt says "I'm with Dopey" and my Mom's says "I'm with Grumpy".
Mr. Joe and my niece were matchy matchy. I thought it was cute.
Mr. Joe, my little brother, my sister and I all drank around the world at EPCOT. We made it to all but one of the countries. It was a rough night, needless to say :-) PS: best drink ever? A Grand Mariner Orange Slushy drink in France. HOLY DELICIOUS DRINK BATMAN!My little (HA) brother and Mr. Joe matched on this day.
I'm so cheesy I made Mr. Joe pose with me. He was so drunk that obliged.
It was a pretty short trip in all. When we came back, we stayed at a room at Foxwoods casino and tried to go out with friends that met us there, but we were exhausted by 9pm. Then, on the last day of vacation, I had a job interview at an insurance company for an AMAZING job that is NOT IN A CALL CENTER!!! Cross your fingers, toes and legs (unless you're trying to get knocked up ladies) that they liked me! Not once during the interview did any warning bells go off in my head, so that 's good sign right? Hope so. Missed you all terribly, glad to be back!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Those guys are so silly.