Entries from August 2008
It’s 9:30pm on Friday night. Four years ago I would have been getting up from a nap, hanging out with the girls, getting ready for the night.
Things change when you work 50 hours a week. I can’t imagine doing anything else right now but being in my pajamas and watching the Olympics after a long week. The last thing I want is to be out at a loud bar, drinking myself into oblivion.
Don’t get me wrong, I still like to have fun. That fun has shifted to happy hour fun. Same point, but cheaper and less crowded. And I am home before 8pm, and still get my 8 hours of sleep.
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Have you seen Michael Phelps? Really, he is the only reason I am OBSESSED with watching the Olympics. I have thrown my bed time routine out the window. I have woken up at 3am the past three nights passed out on the couch. Dragging myself into my bed. I just can’t pull away from it even when I know how horrible I will be feeling the next day at work as I struggle to keep my eyes wide open.
It’s well addictive and I raced back to Lake Geneva today so that I was sure that I would not miss any swimming.
We often spend a good hour each day at work discussing the Olympics and looking up photos and videos online. They said worker productivity goes down dramatically when the Olympics are on, and I guess we are proof.
Next Sunday will be a sad day when it’s all over 
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Alright, we have all done it, don’t lie.
But, within the span of a week, I witnessed two couples on the train who clearly didn’t spend the night in their respective beds.
The first couple got on the train, and the women proceeded to ask the man when she could bring over some things to keep at his place so that when she spends the night she can have a clean shirt and panties. Seriously, did you just ask that on the train? Honestly, you looked like a dumbass because your man didn’t answer. Have that conversation in private, not on the rush hour train.
The second couple was sitting behind me discussing their ‘oh so sexy night’ in bed. After those details came the discussion of where they would sleep tonight. And their plans for the following morning. She would drive him to the train at 6:30 and then go back and get ready (just in case you wanted to know). Again, I don’t want to hear this shit when I am on my way to work, especially because I spent the night alone.
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What do you move to the city for? Labels and Love.
I don’t have the money for the labels and I already had the love. But I do have a nice collection of heels.
In an effort to be more “urban” and “cosmo” I wear my heels on the walk to and from work. I don’t need to ruin a nice outfit with a pair of flip-flops. But this might have to stop, because my feet are taking a major beating.
Although I only have to walk a total of 8 blocks in all on my commute, it’s rough. I have mastered the walk, so I don’t look like an idiot who can’t walk in heels, but I certainly cannot keep walking every day. I may break my ankle, but most likely, eventually my feet will just hurt at the end of the day.
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