countdown to VA-CAY '08
April 25, 2008
One 70+ hour work week down…and one more to go before I go on vacation! Woooo!
This year, I’ll be visiting Stef in Massachusetts. I’ve never been that far north. (Okay, that’s a lie…I’ve been to Canada. But as all Americans know, that is hardly the same thing at all…)
Looking very forward to my visit to one of the blue states. And to seeing Stef, of course…whom I have not properly laid eyes on for, my god, what has it been? Three years now?! I HAVE NOT SEEN MY BEST FRIEND IN THREE YEARS?! This cannot be…
Oh, but it can. I’ve got the pictures from the last time I visited her when she lived in Texas to prove it.
Anyway, it has been a horribly long week. Here are the highlights:
- Found a litter of raccoon babies at work. Surely the reason the raccoon I had a run-in with was so big…and FAT. Caught them all. Six in total. Cute and all, but I wouldn’t want them to grow up and rip my face off one day.
- Got a raise! A shitty raise, considering that we were supposed to have been given our raises based on merit. And needless to say, this raise did not accurately reflect my level of profound awesomeness one bit. But I make more money now…so I can’t really complain because I work 70+ hours a week a lot of the time.
- Had a jug of milk explode in the trunk of my car. This is the second time…and the second car in which this unfortunate event has taken place. I must be cursed. There really is no other explanation.
- Cut all unnecessary crap out of my diet. This means no fast food, no fried food, no sugary food, no overly starchy food. Basically, no food. I’m kidding, of course. What I mean is…lots of tuna, yogurt, fruit, veggies, chicken breast, etc. I’m so trying to do away with the pudge. I will win. I WILL WIN! You hear me pudge?! I’m coming for you!
- In other car news, got my entire brake system rebuilt and vital parts replaced. Yeah, my brakes were kinda sorta fucked…just a little bit. $600 later and Weeeeeee! Watch me stop suddenly!! Very exciting.
- Boyfriend got his tax refund last week…and is taking me out to dinner tonight. This SO makes up for that milk exploding in my trunk…and all of that rabbit food I’ve been munching on all week. I’m calling this a reward for all of my dedication to my job and my slimmed down booty.
No brooding or soul-searching today, I am afraid. All of my discontent has been beaten out of me by the bitch that is manual labor. I have the bruises to prove it.
Maybe next week.
