A little behind on this - I’ve been meaning to get to it since Monday. Last year there was De-Lurking Day. Behold! This year is De-Lurking Week. Or, so says the internets.
At this point, I don’t have a lot of readers let alone lurkers, but if you’re here and your’re reading: Go ahead and post a comment. It’s easy! And you’ll get a response! So it’s all super swell like that.
I have a few minutes (and I do mean few) while I chomp on my half sandwich and slim-fast shake. So far things are going ok - I lost 2.5lbs last week. That comes out to about 6% of my goal?
I did end up taking pictures last night - a thought that crossed my mind after reading Yvonne’s post over here. I’m not ready to share the pictures yet. Not until I get to the point where I look at them and think: “Wow - you can see a difference!” But I really would like some pictures to show me in what will one day be referred to as The Very Bad Place to which the shape of my body shall never return.
But you know, I was doing some thinking about this whole weight loss thing and the effort we put into it in order to get results and reach our goals. That whole effort thing? I really think results should be proportionate to effort. That seems like a logical and reasonable theory.
For instance. I spent all of yesterday staring through foggy tunnel vision due to a horrible headache. I knew I wasn’t going to be cooking dinner, so I told Kiddo he could pick wherever he wanted to go and I’d grab him some dinner. I knew I had enough salad already prepared at home - I’d just pop some chicken on it and call it good. My intentions were to run through a drive-thru and go home to eat my salad.
Except, on the way there, I remembered that in order to drive through and bring it home - it would have to come home in the car. The Car. The one that still smells new, because if anyone even thinks about bringing drinks or food or GREASE I will totally threaten to cut you.
THAT car.
And so. I faced the dilemma. I had just told him - pick a place! I am not enforcing the crazy no-fast-food rule tonight. Dinner is YOUR CHOICE and I’m buying! Only to realize I still don’t want my car smelling like old fries just yet.
This is where we get to the part about EFFORT. I took him to his choice - Jack-in-the-Box. I ordered his food, and then I sat next to him and ate NOT A SINGLE FRENCH FRY while he had his dinner. Still having the headache, too. I even sniffed the greasy smell of fries and tried a little Pavlovian stomach lurching - trying to convince myself the smell sickened me rather than made me hungry.
Then I went home, had a salad and a lean cuisine and that was that.
So - wasn’t that a very very LARGE amount of effort? I would say that’s at least 5 pounds worth of effort, wouldn’t you? Yes, Mr. or Ms. Keeper of Results from all the Effort - I’m talking to YOU. This Saturday - you and I will have some WORDS you know, if I do not see a little bit of something to WOO and HOO about. Just making sure we’re clear.
but I’d rather be at home, curled up under the blankets in my bed. I’d rather be laying there with the chill of the room trying to get in under the covers with me. I’d like to spend the whole day in bed, with the shutters letting only the tiniest little bit of light seep in through the edges, reminding me that I’m in bed all day.
My head is pounding, my eyes feel gritty. My teeth are already set on edge. I muttered and scowled at my alarm clock this morning. I woke up with hate in my heart for that stupid clock radio. I’m tired.
I was listending to the radio on my way in this morning and there was a bit of a debate about whether or not it was “ok” to let a man massage another man. I don’t mean “let” in the legal sense. I mean “socially acceptable” and I guess I didn’t realize that there were so many people missing the point.
Eventually they drew the conclusion that what made it “icky” was that the man being massaged might be involuntarily aroused by the massage.
And?
I don’t consider myself bisexual, but I can appreciate things that are sexy from both men and women. I don’t think there’s anything awful about that. I’ve never had sex with another woman and at this point I don’t have any real desire to, otherwise I would.
I guess I’m just surprised that people (other than fundamentalist-type people) will be so openly homophobic or bigoted and yet to them it’s just simply normal and ok to equate gay with wrong.
For the most part, I have been able to handle setting up my own domain… installing wordpress and even doing some basic SQL database stuff.
So why can’t I seem to figure out how to install a sub-directory on my website? I was trying to add a message board to the site… Should I be creating a sub-domain, or just a sub-directory? I tried both and no dice.
I even tried moving the blog to .com/blog directory and I’m too stupid to know how to do that either.
So I give up. For now. Because the only other way I can think of making it work is to make up a whole new domain and install it there… and even then I don’t know if that would work. Plus that just seems kinda stupid. There has to be a way and I just don’t know enough to even google myself the right answer.
If anyone has the patience and inclination to walk me through it I would LURVE you. LOTS. I catch on pretty quickly, and I have a feeling it’s something easy that I’m just missing somewhere. You can email me: lil AT bitchinterrupted dot com
Otherwise I’ll just leave it and try it again another day.
**UPDATE**
I figured it out! I got it all setup and everything, and then decided I really don’t like the look/feel of that particular forum setup after all. Dammit I wish invision board was free!
I feel kind of cheated when I have to get up early on the weekends. The only thing wrong with the morning is that it shows up too early. But, it was time for my first oil change and I really didn’t want to be stuck there waiting half the day, or deal with getting rides from friends. Plus I have a lot of grocery shopping and whatnot to take care of today. I didn’t want to run the grocery errands first, because I know myself and I would have finished and then blown off the oil change, only to have it stress me out for another week.
So bright and early (which is 7am for me) I was up and stumbling through the morning shower/dress routine. I managed to get the oil change/tire rotation and a car wash and was home around 10.I’m off to the grocery store and then I’ll be home for lunch, and a NAP!
All that and I forgot to weigh myself before my shower this morning, so I have to wait until tomorrow to see what kind of progress I made this week.
Hope you’re having a good day.
I know there are a lot of people who are complete jackasses when it comes to using a cell phone. They talk too damn loud, they completely forget they are not alone in their own little cave talking on the phone.
The oversharing ALONE can cause one’s ears to bleed. Just peruse the listings of OverheardInNewYork if you don’t believe me. Although you don’t have to believe me - I’m sure you’re experienced just such a thing yourself.
But you know, it doesn’t always go one way. It’s not always the person on the phone that is being rude. Rudeness, it seems, is all around us. Sometimes, for instance, you could have made a call on your cell phone, and moved to a location that while public, was unoccupied and therefore somewhat private. You could sit there and talk quietly while waiting for, let’s say, your hair appointment. And then you could be interrupted, repeatedly, by someone coming out and standing RIGHT NEXT TO YOU and screaming to someone else who is across the parking lot.
At one point, you might even have to excuse yourself momentarily from the call because you can’t hear over the screaming. You might even have to say, a little bit louder than necessary that “I can’t hear you right now because someone is standing next to me screaming.” While looking very pointedly at The Rude Screaming Screamer.
There was a post here, but I had to get rid of it. I was just having a moment of frustration and needed to vent (silently).
I suppose now that I don’t work there, and can’t be fired for blogging about working there, I just wanted to take one last quick look at my former employer.
You might know of this place, you may have heard the name before.
Working for that company was like… well, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Let’s break it down by division, and then by the cast of characters within the division.
Part I - The Controller
I’ll start with Finance, which was my “home” while I worked for the “family” organization. The Controller is the embodiment of narcissism itself. She happily surfs the internet all day, oblivious and clueless to how to do any of the actual work within the department. Ever one to take glory that is not owed to her nor ever earned by her by any measure, she will sooner turn over her staff to her boss should her blissful little bubble of self-important dating site perusal is ever threatened. She likes to bully those who work for her, using personal remarks of ridicule and degredation in meetings with other divisions as one of her favorite tactics. The higher ranking the other members of the meeting - the more elevated she feels by putting down others in front of them.
It’s not uncommon for her to share personal, private details of her employee’s work or personal life with her friends at their social gatherings - some of whom also work for the same organization.
She is adamant that she not be involved in the details of anything - particularly anything involving the department for which she is directly responsible. If I hear “high level overview” anymore, I physically cringe. A “high level overview” to her really means: “I don’t have the slightest clue what you’re talking about, but I don’t want anyone else to know so don’t make it obvious by involving details I should know about but have never heard of before and wouln’t know what to do with if I did.”
At one point, her lack of wanting to be involved in the “details” led to a shitstorm of write-ups from the external auditors during their annual audit. What did she do? Admit she was wrong and take the responsibility - since she was the one who gave the final sign-off of her review of the financials prior to the auditors coming in?
Nope. Not a chance. Instead she completely blamed the managers working for her, demoted one and then paraded the damning information about that manager’s “career shift” around her social circles well before any formal announcement had been released about the “organizational changes” she was making. Yes - all her girlfriends knew about it, many of them were co-workers, or colleagues, with the manager that was demoted.
She will openly admit that she won’t allow her employee’s advancement if it threatens her own “dominion” within the company.
When she isn’t roaming the internet looking for a man (any man) that will have her for longer than it takes to get her into bed, she is talking about it or crying into her glass of wine about it. Often times she would call me away from my work to have me sit and listen to her constant bullshit about men she was dating.
She goes to conferences and user group meetings under the guise of a work-related trip and then spends most of her time either shopping, drinking, recovering from her night out drinking, or meeting random conference attendees that she then “shags” and wonders why they never call again. To her that was a successful trip! I have heard her tell people how she as a “great track record” at conferences. This is her way of saying she meets and sleeps with men there. All on the company’s dime!
Stay tuned if you’re interested, the next installment: The _______: aka the one who we’re pretty sure doesn’t ever do any work, is completely incompetent, and super-sized ass-kisser to his boss!
*looking around*
Wooow. I just upgraded to WP 2.0. I am either very awesome or their support/instructions to upgrade is awesome. Maybe a little of both??
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