Tired and Bloated

I am waaaaaaaay behind on the blog. It's so sad. Here's a wee update on the goings ons lately:

My boss was on vacation for two weeks. Another guy on my project team was on vacation for the last week of those two. So I was doing my job plus theirs for a good enough amount of time to want to demand money any time anyone called or stopped by my desk.

"Nicole, do you have - "
"That'll be $5.00."
"Excuse me?"
"Each question is $5.00."
"But what if you don't know the answer?"
"You're paying for the time. Even if I don't know the answer we'll spend 10 min. on you telling my why I should know the answer, how come I don't know the answer and how are you supposed to find out the answer now that my boss has inconvenienced you by doing something as unbelievable as taking his vacation."

But I don't ask for money because usually that ends in someone throwing around initials that start with P end in S and contain 'whiny crazy beotch' somewhere around the middle. Instead I bottle frustration and then work on my intimate relationship with netflix.

Joe started a new job at a different restaurant, opening in June. WEE!! We're so excited about this change. He's been transitioning over and took a well-deserved week of vacation. Unfortunately, I couldn't take off work to join him for the reasons above. Which sucked. A lot. It's hard to get vacation time if you're in the restaurant business and we really would've liked to take a trip somewhere, but it was not in the cards.

What was in the cards was me hammering out my work the last week my boss was gone so that I could take liberties the following week (last week). I left on time, I came in a half hour late because we'd go out to breakfast. We were on Joe time, which meant going to bed after 12, going out to eat every other night, and going out on the weekend with his friends (which we never do because his schedule never worked out). I've had at least three weeks of weekends where we've stayed out past 4am on Friday and Saturday. I do not usually do this. I usually go out maybe one night and then I conk out around 12 and I am unmovable until around 10am the next day.

While this extravaganza has been really wonderful because I get to spend loads of time with my hubby, I am tired, and I am fat. I'm running on 4 hrs of sleep and a belly full of fried bar food. I have no one to blame but myself. Did I have to order the fried green beans with sariacha sauce with my beers? No... Did we have to go out for sushi 3 times in the past two weeks? Probs not. Did I really need those late night Bambas nachos? Most definitely no. I have this issue with moderation. If Joe isn't working, I want to be with him and I do not want to do any work, any chores, any errands which means an empty fridge and a condo that has been taken over by the kitties, that is, if you can find them.

Last night I threw a shirt on top of a chair in the corner of the bedroom and heard, "Brrrrp?" because Bear had camouflaged himself into the pile of crap that was also on the chair (there might be a humidifier down under there). I think the kitties like this impromptu obstacle course we've set up for them. I have to side-step my hamper to get to the other side of the bed, they jump up onto the edge of the bed and the over to get to the window. They're reaping so much more fun out of this arrangement than we are.

That's my spiel for the hiatus. It will probably continue as long as Joe's working shorter hours. I have to take advantage now for obvious reasons. Although all this going out has to be cut back. I knew I was in trouble when I started searching for my largest pair of earrings because I thought they would distract from the tube o fat around my waist. If I toss my hair I can distract people with shiny things! BRILLIANT! I'll have people thinking "Is that jewelry really work appropriate?" Instead of, "She's wearing that same skirt with the elastic waist... again."