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My Life Thus Far
2007-07-28 03:58:17 (UTC)

Depression Is A Bitch In Too Tight Pantyhose

*****

Recovery is getting rid of the "if only's" and getting on
with whatever you need to do to get things right.

Collin McCarty

I hadn't planned on going out this weekend, but a friend
of mine, Misty, called and asked if I would go out with
her. Since Selena wasn't busy, I said "okay". Why not?
Selena will be here in 40 minutes and I still need to get
ready. So, this will be concise.

Work was dicey. Jenny (the manager on duty) was in a bad
mood, so she insisted on taking it out on everyone.
Including me, which is rare, because she hardly ever
messes with me. I came in this morning at 9:01am. 1
freaking minute late. Instead of hi or hello as her first
words to me. She says "Your late". Whatever. As far as I'm
concerned, if I don't need a manager's override to clock
in, I'm not late. 3 minutes is the cutoff. If you're more
than 3 minutes late, you have to get a manager's password
to clock in. It's a stupid rule, but that's the way it is.
I didn't need an override, so I'm not late. Then, she
messed with me about my shoes. I was wearing Timberland
sandals. The have a little 2 inch heel on them, but they
are flip-flop like in nature. They aren't make of foam or
rubber, or whatever flip-flops are made of. They're
leather. But she insisted that they didn't meet dress
code. So, I blew her off. Tamara, the actual store manager
commented on how cute they were the last time I wore them.
If they didn't meet dress code, I'm sure I would have
found out then. She also said we couldn't have exposed
toes, which is bull shit because the manual says you can
have open toed shoes as long as your toes are pedicured. I
don't pay $50 every two weeks for a mani/pedi only to be
told I can't wear open toed shoes. I call bull shit on
Jenny today. I love her, but she was a little on the high
strung side.

I did another killer workout at the gym today. I thought I
wasn't going to finish. My willpower was waning, but I saw
how far I'd gone and it was only 140 calories away from
1000. I sucked it up and went for it. I feel so good after
a good workout. I can't believe I stopped doing it. See
what depression will do to you, if you let it? Even the
things you love don't matter anymore. Depression is a
bitch in too tight pantyhose.

After the gym, I hit the Commissary. I ran out of milk
last night and Kiki was not happy with that. So, I got
some basics to make it through the weekend. Along with a 2
pound box of goldfish crackers. I calculated that there
are 1,760 goldfish in that box. I could eat every one of
them, but that would defeat the 2 hour workout.

Okay, that's it. My day in a nutshell. This wasn't exactly
short, but you know how I could go on for days. A 6 minute
entry. I still have 33 minutes until Selena gets here. Ciao




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