Saturday brought an awesome, dare I say Epic? birthday party. Plenty of food, friends, and good times. And booze. Don't forget the booze. While the daytime BBQ portion of my party with friends and family was great, I think the "after party" with my closest girlfriends was even better. We had some seriously deep conversation for how drunk we all were. And I think we all came out more balanced and feeling less... alone. All in all it was quite fantastic. Up until the spending half the night on the bathroom floor party. But even that wasn't as bad as it could be. My bathroom floor seems to have been made to doze of too much drink.
Sunday was a total downer. While I didn't have a hangover per-say, I really could have done with not having to get up. Let alone get up to take my man to the airport. He's off to another project for two weeks to help them with a major computer overhaul. This will be the longest we've been apart since we started dating. I think the previous longest was 5 days. This will be a full 14. My bed is horribly big and empty without him. I'm hoping to stay busy while at home so I don't think about missing him too much. I also want to do something fun just the little one and me. We'll see how it goes.
Today started off ok, if slowly. Got to work a little late, but whatever. Everything was going fine 'til my douche canoe of a boss called me in his "office" to inform me that somebody had taken exception to my shirt. Now our dress code states that out at the site shirt sleeves must be a minimum of 4" but it doesn't say where that 4" is measured from. I was wearing a shirt of which style I have several and have worn to work on many occasions. I argued that the sleeves on said shirt were 5" and thus acceptable. My boss, and unfortunately HR, disagreed. I finally gave up but said that the dress code is very ambiguous and open to interpretation and should clearly state where measurements are made from as obviously my definition of "sleeve" is different than theirs. The dress code also mentions "business casual" which is seriously the most ambiguous dress term ever, and "mini or micro skirts" which I'm sure means a WHOLE lot of different depending on who you ask. Anyway, as it was too hot to wear a coat, I went to town. Where my lovely man had put my profile on my new computer so I didn't have to redo all my settings!
I putzed around with my work for a while 'til I got horribly distracted with being REALLY hungry. Or maybe I was bored. At any rate I wanted to stuff my face with anything and everything I could get my hands on, which, unfortunately, was not much. So I spent most of the afternoon feeling sorry for my empty tum-tum. I did managed to convince myself to eat something healthy when I got home instead of taking my leftover ice cream birthday cake straight into my room with a serving spoon to shovel it in. I went to my last appointment with Brian the sadist, which apparently he had forgotten about. We did a quick workout ending with him promising to e-mail me some workouts I can do on my own while my bank account recovers from my compulsive shopping.
On that note, does anybody have any ideas for more "positive" activities I can try to do when the compulsion to shop hits me?
Oh, did I mention that my man got me an AWESOME construction toy set for my birthday?? 'cause he did and I love it and him SO much! And my friend Red got me a Galileo thermometer and barometer. These things are going on my new desk in town :) AWESOME
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