Story of My Life
Thursday, September 05, 2013
If I couldn’t laugh at myself, I’d be a very sad person.
My day yesterday:
Wake up, see there is an accident on the highway. Promised my coworker I’d help her with Fantasy Football signup, so I did the 2 hour round trip commute because I am a nice person (+1!) when I should have just worked from home (-1!). My right leg muscles are actually starting to ache while I’m in traffic from braking so much. Totally serious.
Grabbed a pair of socks and packed my gym bag (+1!) Later realized it was a pair of “decorative socks” and not my sports ones (-1!) Decide to still go for a long walk at lunch (+1!) and about half way through realized that I definitely got a blister from the socks (-1!) But I got to see the local volunteer fire company testing out their hose in the field next to work, in their “casual” gear. +1 for firemen!
Went to physical therapy. I was a bit early so I decided to get my eyebrows waxed so I’d feel better about myself (+1 for trying, -1 for spending the money).
Did a bunch of strength training at PT. My doc is concerned because my muscle issues keep coming back and don’t seem to be improving over time. My theracane came yesterday (+1!) and I’m going to buy a smaller strength ball like we use in training to do more work at home on my own. I don’t want to get discouraged but sometimes, like when your doc says “I’m concerned because it is a lingering problem” – it gets tough.
Drove home through traffic and decided to make my pork chops and cabbage meal. Yay for cooking at home (+1!) but didn’t realize the recipe took over an hour to cook (-1!) and I had my first fantasy draft. At one point, the meal needed to simmer for 20 minutes so I decided to multitask and take a quick shower. My BF was down with the food and said he’d keep an eye on it. I’m in the shower and clearly smell burning food… so I tear outta there and downstairs to find dinner fairly scorched. BF had nodded off on the couch (-1 for me AND bf). The pork chops themselves were still edible but I am not going to lie, I was so pissed at this point after cooking for an hour and a half that it didn’t turn out that I ended up eating some trail mix and pinot grigio for dinner. (-1? Maybe -2?) I guess the Universe was trying to smack my wrist for me trying to cook pork on Rosh Hashana (Oops… I’m only HALF Jewish Universe!)
Then it was time for Fantasy. I have never done this before. My final grade from yahoo on my draft? A D+. I pretty much FAILED fantasy football. -1.
I went to bed late (-1), Woke up at 1am feeling super sick (??), sat on the couch until 330am wondering if/when I was going to be sick, fell asleep there until 6am this morning.
So I don’t know, did I break even?!?! Probably not.
Still feeling a little off today but I have my gym bag (with proper socks!) and I’m in my black & purple for the return of the Ravens tonight!
I still have a lot on my mind. My BF’s new job is totally screwing him over. He agreed to work 9-6 during the interview process, now they are telling him that he has to work 2-11 pm. So yes – I will pretty much only see him on Saturdays. I’m really upset about this, he’s really upset about this. Last night he kept saying he’s worried about healthy eating – me at home by myself, him at work.
And I should be finding out more about my future with my job here today. I have a meeting this afternoon… just have to see what happens. Wish me luck!
I sometimes wonder if I’m the only one with such a crazy life, I KNOW people have it way worse out there, but is it wrong to wish for one week of normalcy/peace/quiet?!?!?!
STORY OF MY LIFE!