Hasidic Plumber, I know you were very upset that you were not
included in that picture, so here's a nice picture for you:
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I actually ate like a normal(ish) person this week! Still
staying under 1200 calories, but it's a small improvement over the previous few
weeks. It helps to get excited about my meals. The bento boxes help.
- cardio 4 or 5 days a week (1 hr on elliptical, sometimes
up to 30 mins on bike)
- toning/weights/possibly pilates-type stuff 2 or 3 days a
week (30 mins; focusing on arms, thighs, and tumtum)
- one day of rest
And some rules:
- Hiking counts as cardio (so no hiking on the Day of Rest;
I must actually not work out)
- jogging and power-walking outside also count as cardio
- No intense starvation on toning days
- No toning AND cardio unless both are cut down by at least
half (i.e, 30 mins on elliptical and 15 mins toning)
- If I feel that a complete nervous collapse is imminent,
toning may be done on the day of rest
I know how I operate, so every last ounce of my willpower
shall now be devoted to NOT doing both the hour of cardio and 30 mins of toning
7 days a week.
I decorated the office for Halloween this week. Nothing
hardcore, just a couple small things:
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| That's the table right when you come in. |
I have a cute little snowglobe on my desk, too:
Now it's on his desk.
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| Apparently Boss is a big Hellraiser fan. |
Despite my initial dislike of Bossman when I first started
this job, we get along pretty well now. I guess it just took him a while to
warm up to me? The secretary he had before me was really awful at
her job and only worked here for a couple months, and the one before her was
apparently super awesome and worked here for like 4 years; so I guess it's not
too surprising that Bossman was wary of the next new secretary.
Since we settled into the new office at the end of the
summer, Boss has toyed with the idea of hiring an associate (or
"lackey", as Boss says), like someone fresh out of law school to
handle to smaller stuff like the traffic violations and whatnot. I'm not too
keen on this idea, as Boss said I would more or less be in charge of the lackey
when he's not here.
I don't like being in a position of bossing other people
around. I hated that when I worked for Supreme Evil Bossette--I was the one in
charge of all the interns and I didn't like it at all. And when I worked for
this contractor a few years ago, I was declared "office manager" and
given authority over the receptionist and the bookkeeper.
No sir, I don't like it. Because being someone's boss means
you have extra responsibilities. Not cool. I had no problem lording my
authority over small children when I was a nanny, but it's different with other
adults. Plus I don't want to be hated on the same level that I have hated
previous bosses.
I think everyone's had an awful boss at some point. That's
just the way life is. I was thinking about that yesterday on the way home from
work. I went a different way home because I had to stop at the hardware store
to get a part for the upstairs loo (I fixed the toilet in under 5 minutes
without any kind of experience or instructions--go me!). I passed by one of my
old workplaces and saw that it's no longer there. (I had thought she had either
moved or shut down a while ago, but I hadn't gotten a proper look until
yesterday).
Felicia Fartblower, as we called her behind her back, ran a
little shop where children could have their birthday parties and make little
art & craft projects.
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| Felicia -__- |
I think she did after school art classes, too. And when I
worked there the summer after freshman year of college, she had a summer art
camp. One of my friends found her and got us jobs there, and thus began a giant
suckfest.
Felicia was a b*tch. A big one (literally and figuratively).
But it was an art-related job, and since I was an art student, I thought it
would be better than nannying all summer. Felicia hired us and said that she
would train us the first week and would not pay for training, but after that
she would pay us $10/hour off the books. So we said ok. I worked long and hard
for Felicia Fartblower--sometimes working 10+ hour days. But my job rarely
entailed anything art-related. Instead:
My friends were working in the actual shop and doing
art-things, I think. Oh and throughout all of this, none of us were getting
paid. The "week of training" stretched out into like a month, and
none of us were paid a dime.
Eventually, all three of us quit. I don't know if my friends
ever tried to get money out of Felicia Fartblower, but I was not leaving
without a paycheck for the month's worth of babysitting I had done. I harassed
Felicia for a while, calling her daily and leaving messages, and she ignored me before eventually telling me that no, she was not going to pay me.
Oh really? You raging b*tch. I don't think so.
So I contacted the IRS.
Not only did Felicia Fartblower get in major doodoo for the
off-the-books workers and the non-payment to said workers, she was also
audited. Thoroughly.
And at the end of the summer, I got a check from her for a
grand total of $65.00. I swear I could actually feel the hatred coming off of
the check in waves.
