Tuesday: Weighed in at Weight Watchers and lost 3.6 pounds, which is a dang good thing. Finally passed the 25 pound mark. 26.6 lbs total, another 15 to go to goal. Booyah. Later in the day I found out that my boss’ boss wants to get rid of two positions in our department and specifically mentioned my name. Happy Frikkin’ Birthday.
Wednesday: Found out that the person who told me the happy news on Tuesday took a lot out of context and my job is truly not in jeopardy. ::whew:: Went out last night for pizza and beer with my sweet husband and a good friend who was visiting from back East. Steam was blown off, life is better.
Today: Hangin’ at home with my dog, catching up on my SDMB… After I pick up El Hubbo from work we’re heading to the Mall d’Amerique for a new black leather jacket (size medium, thankyouverymuch). Would love to hear from some old Doper friends. I sure do miss you guys!
Canty, baby, you sweet young thang! I was just thinking the other day about you and your lack of recent posting. I’ve missed you. I’m glad to see everything’s okay.
Hey, if I can do it, you can too. Ten plus years of close-to-obesity and I made it to my healthy weight range. Weight Watchers is da bomb and (as my Wednesday highlights attest) I can still eat what I want to, as long as I budget. Man was that Old Chicago Vegetarian Seven deeelicious. The Hacker-Pschorr Hefe Weizen was to die for too.
I told ya when you you accepted that job, I’d have a word with your supervisor about internet usage, didn’t I? I’m still willing. I can be very persuasive; there’s no doubt that he’d see it my way after we had a little chat.
After “catching up” on my SDMB (as if an hour or two would suffice), I got offline for a split second and received a phone call from the glass/body shop that shall remain nameless (hereafter called the GBSTSRN).
This time last year we had our windshield replaced. This year we need it replaced again (lots of construction around here). The GBSTSRN called a week ago to say, “Hey, we can’t replace yer glass in da normal way. We need it to be in our body shop 'cause da guys last year screwed up and it’s all rusted. What? Yer car’s only two years old? Aw jeez, dat bites.” The guys last year were from a different GBSTSRN.
So, I got offline for a moment, only to receive a call from the GBSTSRN where I dropped my car off on the morn of my 32nd birthday. “Jeez, y’know there’s more rust up under dere. We’re gonna hafta do some more body work then.” 3 hours and 40 phone calls later, I gave them approval to do the work. The other GBSTSRN is paying for it all. And they’re paying for the rental car we have during the week it’s gonna take dem dere peeple to do da work, donchaknow.
Do I sound bitter? Jeez, I wonder why.
The day did get better. El Hubbo did buy me that nice black leather jacket and took me out to dinner at the best Mexican chain restaurant in the world, Chevy’s. I had a huge Margarita and some food (not important in relationship to the 'rita).
Yeesh I hate being an adult.
Thanks for all the b-day wishes, everyone. I lubs da Dopers, donchaknow.
Happy Late Birthday, Stranger! Hope this week gets better for you. We’re having a beautiful Heidelberg fall day today, you know the one day in Fall where the sun is actually shining and the leaves have changed color on the mountain? I’m going to go down to the river this afternoon and have ein Bier and some Cola gummies in honor of you, m’dear.
Today is my mom’s 82 birthday!
She had a stroke 6 years ago and just sits around in her wheelchair, so if anyone wants to say hi Helen, I’ll print it for her!
(All her excitement comes from Jerry Springer!)
