Showing posts with label jobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jobs. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

It's Time for a Temporary Change

Today's Boston Forecast:

Snowed like a motherfucker this morning, then began pouring freezing rain. Temperature as of 4:35pm:




Today's West Palm Beach* Forecast:

Warm and Fair. Temperature as of 4:35pm:



*And yes I'm actually going to West Palm Beach, which I just found out. But hey, that still means a fabulous boutique hotel, access to a car, gorgeous beaches, and plenty of high end shops that I can't afford to shop at but will blow my first paycheck on anyway. I also plan on getting myself a sweet spa deal, with some combination of a massage, a facial, and/or a mani/pedi. Sometimes I really love life. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Operation Bikini

So I need to lose 10 pounds by the end of the month because I'm going to South Beach for a weekend! My fancy new job is sending my increasingly large ass to Miami for work, and while I'll technically only have one day to frolic around on the beach, I'll still be in South Beach and therefore must look absolutely amazing.

Usually it's not a problem for me to lose weight; I think about being skinny, and I lose the pounds. Right now, though, thanks to the pill (well actually some thanks to the pill, I can still fill out my bras) I can't seem to lose one freaking pound. The past week I've been diligently working out, eating salads, drinking water, and not snacking (at all!) and I've lost... nothing. I'm the same weight I was before. It's terrible.

I need to look like this: 

Minus the buttaface

Though right now I'm afraid this will end up being my Miami vacation:


BRB running 5 miles.

Friday, January 9, 2009

I Looked Into the Face of Evil

And lived to tell the tale.

Today, I was a substitute teacher for a class of first and second graders. First and second graders. Not only do I still have all my limbs, and my full supply of blood, but I actually kind of enjoyed it. It probably would've been an easier day if I hadn't taken a drunken fall on icy stairs the other night, and effectively destroyed my once lucious legs, but you know me - never one to take it easy.

More later, once I sleep for 24 hours straight and recover.