road show

Okay - so 15 days on the road with various breaks (hopefully) to head home isn't as bad as what I thought was coming from the freakish clowns who run the dept (aka VPs). Some folks will be on the road for much longer. Shouldn't complain, so I won't.

Even though I have a toastmaster's meeting after work, making my day extra, extra long, I managed to wake up at 3:30a this morning for a 1.5 hour work out at the gym. Well worth it; now I feel great or as good as can be expected before I head off to Corporate.

Bulemia at bay, too. Tonight is typically a purge night; will be a challenge. But I can't have the forehead-mark come back; it looks hideous.

Today I look nice. Hip (and healthy).

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Hate to keep bitching, but when a VP comes knocking on my cube and wants to send me on the road for 40 days because some other VP doesn't want to travel -- well, I have every right to be pissed off. I think I'm more ticked that I've allowed it to bother me all weekend. Hasn't really happened yet, but I got word Friday that I may be "asked."

I'm sure I will be approached this week -- go on the road for 40 days or else. Am willing to negotiate: like, travel once a week, 2-3 days out of the week. That's fair right?

Fuck them. I have got to get out of Corporate. I could not live with myself (or be at peace ) if I gave up an entire month of my life for this crap.

Q & A - go away

Inbox at work is filled with vapid questions. Don't have the answers or the energy to argue. And if I had the answers, I wouldn't share them with you. Not unless you were on my side. And if you were on my side, you'd have to tell me so; I am no mind reader.

Leave me alone devil women. Know-it-all cunts.

All I want is a 26" inch waist.

And Friday's conference call to go away.

And Saint Anthony to help me find what I've lost.