Today was horrible and good all wrapped in one.
First, I can't find the jeans I want to wear. I bought 2 pairs of the EXACT same ones, a couple months ago, in an 18 and a 16. The 18's are too big, and the 16's aren't as big. I wore the 16's on monday. I wanted to wear them again today. I couldn't find them, and was a little baffled... read more later:
My 'friend' is supposed to call me if she doesn't want a ride. She didn't, and I waited... then got to work, and she was there. Then right away, this guy goes around and gives people tablets who didn't have them already (wacom tablet=lets you draw 'digitally' on a pad with a special pen, and it shows up on the screen)... I'd say 75% of the people at work who have them (including me) are using their own personal HOME ones, just because there were no more floating around, and we need them. I don't think I should have to use my own personal stuff for work. We have a suggestion box, so I quickly scribbled a "I don't think we should have to use our OWN tablets.", and threw it in. (I'm sure I could have said "hey, I want one of those!", but there were only like 5 of them, and people who didn't have one at all.)
Then I got a new keyboard at work. I was happy, because when we moved, I lost my old one, and the replacement's spacebar 'stuck' alll the time. I got a new one.. started using it, and it's like ALL the freakin' keys stick! Half of the letters I type don't register, because I have to type so hard, and hold it so long, that... I just don't. So.... was mad about that.
Thennn... at lunch, one of the secretary's commented to another how skinny I was getting. Embarassing, but ok, nice enough.
I finish all my work, almost 3 days early - good. Not that they don't just throw other stuff at me when that happens, but that's ok.
Then my 'BOSS' boss walks by, does a double take, and comes back. He says "I was looking at some pictures from last picture when you first got here... you must have lost 25-30 lbs! Is that right?" I said "Last summer? Yeah that's about right." He said "Wow, everyone gains like 40lbs when they start here, what are you doing?" I said nothing special, just eating better and exercising. He congratulated me and that was that. It was ok... he was quiet about it.
Around the end of the day, Loudmouth herself (but meaning well) comes over to talk to me. Asks what I do, how I'm doing it, what she should do and eat. Everyone around me is paying attention. One guy pipes in "Fish and vegetables!" I told her I just eat better, less, and exercise. No special diet. She can still have chocolate... if she likes pasta so much, try having the whole wheat stuff at least. Then she asks how much I've lost. Already red, I say that I don't really want to share. She hassles and hassles and says "Is it that much?" I said yeah, and to come closer. I said "PLEASE don't tell people this, I just don't want everyone to know.... 99lbs so far. 55 since you've known me." "HOLY F@$&!!!" she says, very loudly. Anyways... it was just very uncomfortable.
After work, heading to the gym again, because I don't want to go tomorrow, my 'friend' asks me why I didn't tell Loudmouth. Kind of stunned, I say "YOU and DAN are the ONLY ones here who know, and I want to keep it that way. I don't want people to judge me." She said "I'm sure they wouldn't, but I see what you mean." (Uhh.. ok.) What I'm thinking is WTF!? You act like its a surprise that I don't want people to know, so have YOU been telling people. GEEEEEZ. Of course I didn't say that, cause I'm gutless too. But I'm a little scared. When I told her, I told her that I was
only telling her because I had to, and that was because I was staying with her at the time, and needed an explanation as to why this Dr. was calling and leaving messages for me... from Ontario.
Then later I went to Canadian Tire, and exchanged something that I shouldn't have been able to (because it was more than a year old, and I didn't have the receipt anymore). They, themselves decided it was only 2 months old and gave me a new one. I was very happy, I called my dad and told him how clever I was.
Back to the jeans. I finally get home and decided to find those jeans. I tear the place apart. They are NOT in my apartment. Where are my freakin jeans!? And not even the big ones!!!
Since monday, I haven't been able to find this bottle of pills. Once again, tore the place apart, still nothing. I think some freak is stealing my pills, and dirty jeans. My ONE hope, is that somehow, I left them in the changing room at the gym. But I've been there twice since monday, and no ones says "Hey, did you lose some pants?". Would someone at a ladies gym steal a pair of 'tattered' looking size 16 jeans? I'm thinking not. People leave their shoes there, lockers unlocked, full of stuff... .why my jeans?!
I'm a little freaked out. Tomorrow I'm rigging my door to see if someone's coming in here when I'm not home. Serious.
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