I'm still on vacation time. To me, I'm still at the beach, with my feet in the sand. Basking in the sunshine. Relaxing with my sister. *Sigh* Reality is such a drag, isn't it? Do you know, she lives literally, two minutes from the beach, and never goes? I think she should have her residency revoked or something. That's just not right!
Soooo....I gained one measley little pound on vacation. This is monumental. I ate at Cheeseburger in Paradise. I had IHOP. I ate crackers (CARBS!) And alchohol. I had champagne. Sangria. A six pack of Corona, and TWO pina coladas. (When written out in this fashion, that's a hell of a lot to drink in 3 days!) Yet, I managed to maintain my weight for the most part. I'm so excited about that little fact! I also only worked out the one day! If you need me, I'll be here....patting myself on the back! Burping.
So I talked to my brother last night. He told me not to worry about him (at home). He said being there, is giving him more incentive to clean the place up. Mmmmm hmmmm. That's what I thought. Him doing it is another story. I'll still have to go over and keep an eye on him. Make sure he's doing stuff. He's suppose to work every day so he said he just needs some stuff from my house, and we'd work out getting everything over there. Only time will tell how this all pans out. But what I can say, is I've enjoyed my two nights of freedom! It is a little quiet, but I've been feeling shitty and its nice to lay on my couch and watch my TV. I can hear the dollar signs dropping from my electric bill. Just in time for winter. Joy.
I don't want to brag or anything, but I think I'm the favorite at work. Another girl was on vacation when I was, and my boss did a lot of my work for me. And had another girl do my awards. Vacation girl hasn't gotten anything done for her. Now, I'm right on track for month-end (we have jacked up fiscal months) and she is behind. I told her, it's cus she's always finished before the rest of us, so she shouldn't work so hard in the future.