And here you thought I was just another bubble-headed blonde bimbo. Well, the joke's on you - I'm not even a real blonde!

 Thanks for all the nice comments on the new pic at the top. <3 I was terrified to put that up. I don't often like full-body shots of myself. And I figured if that's up for the world to see, I must continue to live up to it, which means I can't pig out all the time.
Sorry I suck at commenting lately. What with a real job, my free time is pretty much non-existent. I spend my life at work, on the treadmill, and asleep. -_- Shall try and comment on all your lively blogs later tonight.

One of our clients called in last week asking for a document out of his file. Boss told him that the file was in storage, and that we'd have to order it. We should have it in the office in 2 or 3 days, Boss said. Client being anxious about getting the document out of this file, he called several times a day every day after that asking if we had his file yet, when did we expect to get it, did Boss really order it from the storage place, how long do these things usually take, etc., etc., etc.

Seriously, like 6 times a day.

I told Boss that the guy kept calling saying he really needed those docs by Friday at the latest. Boss said yeah yeah yeah, the file's coming; I ordered it. 2 days.

This morning, Boss comes in and says, hey I think Client's file might be in one of those boxes under your desk. (There's dozens of overflowing storage boxes of old files under the desk. I try not to look at them because the mess makes me feel ill.) I checked the inventory lists for the boxes--lo and behold, there's Client's file in Box Number 11. This means several things:
1.) Boss never called the off-site file storage place.
2.) Boss possibly had no intention of calling the storage place.
3.) Boss lied, and thus made me lie to Client.

I pulled the file out from under the desk and Boss and I both agreed to never speak of this again. Then Boss drew up a bill for $50 to give to Client for getting the file. A "Retrieval Fee."

I'm pretty sure all lawyers are like this. I know Old Boss was.

New Boss:

Not even kidding. And it's little things like this that make me believe in God--how Fate sends one of the most obsessive Batman fans ever to work for the Penguin's twin.
 
I actually managed to not binge on Friday or Saturday, which is awesome for me. Yesterday, however, I stuffed my face. We did a mini-Christmas dinner with my one cousin, since she's working on Christmas day. Mum bought a whole fillet (rather than just individual fillet steaks), and I roasted it with potatoes and onions. I also cooked some sprouts and turnip, and Yorkshire puddings. Since I made everything and therefore KNEW it was delicious, I had to eat it. And surprisingly--even though I was so full by the time I went to bed I actually felt like I was about to have a heart attack--I did not feel too horrible about pigging out. I know that if I binge all weekend, my weight generally stays the same from week to week. So if I binge only one day on the weekend, my weight may continue to gradually drop? We'll see at the mid-week weigh in. While I would obviously rather lose than stay the same, I'll take maintaining over the Christmas season rather than gaining.

Especially since, beginning Friday, I shall become a human-Christmas-goodie-Hoover.But you know what? It's effing Christmas. If you can't enjoy yourself for Christmas, what the heck is the point of living??


Best ornament ever:

I think it was Olivia who mentioned the Harley Quinn ornament? Well, I told Mum about it and bless her, she went and searched every hallmark shop in a 20-mile radius until she found it. :D