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Work loves to torture me. Make me jump through hoops. My diet is going well. Haven’t really seen a difference in weight, but maybe I should weigh myself first if I want to go by that measure. And… to do that I’ll need to buy a scale. heh.
I found a salad I loved at Jason’s Deli, but the restaurant betrayed me today by entirely forgetting my order. Then, when I tell them they look at me doubtfully, and five minutes later I finally received it. I must have waited 30 minutes in total which is insane for a salad. Then to add insult to injury they didn’t give me any vinaigrette and without the one which goes with the salad…. eh, it’s just meat and leaves.
That saddens me because I thought I’d discovered a place where I wouldn’t have to worry so much. I could eat healthy there. Now I’m not sure I want to go back. Oh well, I guess we’ll try soup&salad next time. There are other places that serve salad.
Ended up trading days, so I didn’t get the weekend off, but instead I have Tuesday and Wednesday. It’s almost as good. You know, I realized before I wrote this post that I stayed up late the other night ordering new pants… but I’m hoping to lose weight. Oh well. ha.
So the pre-SED thing went well. I missed one day, but it was unavoidable. Work made me close one night then be there by 7am the next day, and dad decided to be mean about it. He didn’t want to get up and take me to work at 7am on a Saturday. I can’t blame him… but he doesn’t work.
He offended me so much that even when he told me he’d do it (convinced by Dory) I told him not to worry, I’d walk. He didn’t hear me. I didn’t pursue the topic, and instead got up extra early the next day. He didn’t catch up with me till I was almost there. Right, like I’m going to get in the car for a drive to the door when I’m a couple hundred feet from the back of the building. I’m almost there! Of course I refused.
Meeting involved those hoops. Some people didn’t make the meeting… and were fired. We were warned that might happen. It was mandatory. The new people are working out pretty well I guess. Haven’t met them all yet, but the last truck went well. Wish they had fired one girl in particular. She slacks on the job, and bugs me. She kept asking me if I’d done go backs at one point, and it took me a while to realize that she was trying to get me to do them because she didn’t want to. Agh!
Oh well, not everything goes the way I want it to. Wouldn’t be much of a world if it did.
Published under: Defining the Personal