I can't/don't/won't talk about work too much here on the blog, I'm much busier boring you with tales of how I gained 2 pounds or what new Kate Spade bag/shoes I have my eye on. But! Work is killing me. I've been working Monday through Friday for two weeks now (People - I have not worked five days a week since 2000) and I have found that a two-day weekend is not nearly enough.
Last week, at LMNOP company I did not cry but wanted to, and hid in the ladies' room for 20 minutes and plotted ways to sneak out and lay low in my hotel room for the rest of the day without getting fired. This week, I self-medicated with salty snacks and Qdoba tortilla soup far too many times to count. Last night, I flew home and inhaled a dinner of Pizza Oven without tasting it before I zombie-walked myself upstairs to bed at 6:30 where I stayed for 14 hours before I woke this morning, without having removed my makeup or brushed my teeth the night before.
I am still exhausted. And in less than 36 hours I'm going back!
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