how are teenage girls gaining the belief that the sugar in fruit is somehow the same as the sugar in a candy bar and the fat in peanut butter is the same as the fat in fast food french fries like what the hell do you even hear yourself
You can call me Professor
Because I’ve just been hired by one of the universities here in Perth!
I’ll be working as a lecturer/unit coordinator for an entry level business communications courses.
So… I’ll be teaching 1200 students in person, overseeing five external campuses offering the course, keeping all information up to date across the six sites, answering all student enquiries and grading papers/exams. Yeah, piece of cake, right?!
Seriously though: I’ve been so slack on health and fitness lately you guys. I haven’t been to the gym in weeks! I thought I could keep going without my personal trainer, but I’ve realised she was really instrumental in keeping me on track. I really need to get my act together, especially because this job will be so demanding. My gym is running a 10 week challenge starting in July, and I think I’m going to sign up.
I have a week off between ending this job and starting the new one, and while I do have some things to do (mainly shopping for new office clothes) I am determined to make a point of working out every day that week. I don’t know how crazy my hours are going to be in this new role (all signs point to ridiculous) so I need to get myself used to working out again. Then I can organise actually working out before/after work.
Sorry I haven’t been on in the last week. Ever since I got back from America things have been really hectic! The hubby is working away all day and waking up at 3am to get to his worksite. RIDICULOUS!
In other news, my boss told me they no longer need me to work full-time… So for those playing at home, I waited around for a year to move up from casual to full-time employment, only to have it taken away from me after a month because the head of my company is basically shutting down the business. She got an equity share in another business and is focusing all her efforts on that.
Frustrated is one way to put how I’m feeling. FURIOUS is another.
But I’m standing up for myself. They asked me to work casual again starting next week, and this morning I said no. I’d have to get a second job anyway, so I might as well get a real job.
Which leads me to the vague but exciting news: Watch this space because massive changes should be coming soon. I want to have the contract in hand before I announce, though!
And I’ve been stress eating like a crazy person. Losing my dog, jetlag and career uncertainty are doing my head in. But I need to make a conscious decision to put down the chocolate chip cookie and strap my running shoes back on. I’m demanding at least three workouts from myself this week. Eating everything in sight isn’t making me feel better. It just means my fancy work clothes don’t fit for interviews.
It’s been a lazy week
Between six baseball games in seven days, and losing Buster, I haven’t been up to much activity wise.
Was going to try to get a run in this morning, but my stupid Birkenstocks have me some fearsome blisters. That’s what I get for running in them (to catch a train). Hesitant to run while they’re still open/healing because the last time I did that they got hella infected.
But today is shopping day! Getting together with a few friends and will get a few new things. Hoping the blisters heal up so I can run Sunday before my flight!
Rest in peace, Buster
Today we had to put my Buster boy to sleep. He was 13 and was diagnosed with a brain tumor a few weeks ago. The vet didn’t think he’d last until I got home.
But he did. He waited for me. My brother told him every night that he had to hang on until I got home, and bless his little heart he did. He was so excited to see me Friday! But over the weekend, he really took a turn. We all agree he waited for me - he hung on for me to come home, and then he realized it was okay to let go. The vet looked at him today, and told us that Buster would only get worse in the coming days. He said we could wait until the little guy was in a lot of pain, but he was already feeling unwell and we agreed there was no need to make him suffer.
Buster always was the best guy - he always listened, and I’m so thankful that I was able to come say goodbye and be with him while he went to sleep.
I can’t even put in words how much I’m going to miss that little guy. We got him nearly 13 years ago. He’s been with me for half my life. He survived losing a leg to cancer three years ago and was SO brave. We honestly gave him the best life - I swear he was happier and more loved than half the people in this world.
But Buster slept in my bed with me every single night I was home in the last 13 years. I just don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight without him :(
I FLY HOME TOMORROW
WOO HOO!!!! Can’t wait to see Derek Jeter/My Captain play one last time in person. And by one last time, I mean six last times because I’m going to six games. Including the day I land. Because going straight to a baseball game after traveling for 28 hours is always a good idea!
But most importantly: I HAVE ACTUALLY GONE 28 DAYS WITHOUT PIZZA. 28 DAYS. Y’all seriously don’t understand the will power involved there. Pizza is totally being had this weekend though, and it’ll be NYC/NJ pizza so it’ll be the best pizza ever. So satisfying!