or "F"??? Either way, I have no choice. I know this is best for me and to be honest...being alone all day everyday for 4.5 months had made me a little bananas in the head. When you start to obsess over the weather and when Billy will FINALLY profess his love to Victoria on Y&R....you know you need a life! So I will miss freedom but I miss money and human contact. To be home this long and NOT have a baby is just not good for this nut job. So it's back to cursing out all the rush hour assholes, dying for Fridays, and having to pay attention and that kinda shit.On another note, b-day weekend is over and I ate like a total asshole. I feared the scale all day yesterday as I was recovering from 8 food comas. Then this morning I decided that after the bad ass poop I birthed, it was time. I had actually lost weight! WTF WTF WTF!? THIS is why I hate the scale. All those people that weigh daily...WHY? That scale in an asshole! It will F with your brain more than a 16 year old boy who says he will call and doesn't. We have this relationship now. I talk to it as I weigh. Today I was all "REALLY??
No way? How?" (Yes, I said those words aloud.) Then there are the days I starve and feel like oh yeah, I am totally getting skinny! Then I weigh and it's up 3 and I say "You are F-ing kidding me!! Bitch!" Then your whole day is shot to shit and you suddenly feel huge 2 seconds after you trotted to the scale feeling all skinny and confident. The scale is just a bitch, plain and simple. We are not friends. No matter how nice it was to me today.I will end this post on a sappy note....although I am semi glad I will be working again soon, I will miss C even more now. My new job is 8509979 miles away from my old job. We worked a block away for years, had lunch together every day and even though I know we will stay besties for life, nothing will be like those days of seeing her daily and going to lunch. We didn't always just go to lunch at lunch hour...sometimes we'd go to Walmart and play around with the panties and try and find the biggest pair. We found jean pajamas and took pics with them. We would stuff our face with sushi once a week, go to Sam's club to find the newest cheap clothes that were semi fashionable. We had days of laughing till it hurt, and days of insane crying over whatever mini drama one of us was going through. I hated that job, but honestly seeing C daily was the last string that kept me there. It was sanity hour in an insane work day. Eating a stupid sandwich alone everyday will make me cry, it will never be the same. So I want to dedicate a little something to C and below is a lunch time "incident" she sent me last week. It made me laugh and I can picture this perfectly as if I was there, that's how well I know C. Here is her lunch drama of last week:
UGH I am so annoyed!!!!!! Ok so today I started my day as I always do, drinking an insant breakfast and banana as I drive to this boring job. Being pregnant, I knew of course, I'd be hungry in at least two hours. I made myself a stupid sandwich to eat for later. As I finished my ritual of blog reading, internet surfing and gossip sites, I realized lunch was soon yay!! It was a perfect time for the stupid sandwich. I proceed to make my way into the kitchen where said sandwich is missing. Yes, someone fucking stole my sandwich!
I feel my pulse rising...I want my fucking sandwich now more than ever and suddenly is it no longer a stupid sandwich but a glorious little sandwich I am desperate for and some a-hole has taken it upon himself to eat it. (I refer to him as the sandwich thief).
Fine I thought. I am going to get olive garden and about a million bread sticks to fix this delima. As I pull into the clusterfuck of a parking lot where Olive Garden resides, I saw a fat inconsiderate BI pull right into the last "TO GO" parking spot!!! It is 700 de
grees out, I am fucking hungry, pregnant and had to park like 3 miles away and walk to get my food. As I walk in, already ready to punch this bitch, there she is sitting at a table, so I proceeded to walk over there and asked..." Did you enjoy making a pregnant woman walk in the heat to pick up TO GO food while you are sitting here stuffing your face?" I decided a discussion to management was in order and they apologized profusely and the guy said that in the future that if I wanted to that I could park in the front of the restaurant…..So now I finally have my food in a fucking 20 gallon bag, and go back to work. As I sat my food down I began to salivate over the thought of a greasy buttery bread stick...Oh yes. I was finally somewhat over the stupid sandwich incident. I open my huge bag only to find there are NO bread sticks. Yes, that's right. NONE. I would say 90% of the reason I went to OG was to have fucking bread sticks and now I have NO sandwich and NO bread sticks. I am not satisfied and I bet that B ended up with my spot and my bread sticks. F!!!!!I will miss lunches with C so much!!!
JJ
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