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Dear tummy,

Please don't be a bitch today. We've got some tough times ahead of us, as you will not be getting all the chocolate you keep telling me you want. And we're going to exercise tonight. Growl all you want, just cool it with the gymnastics, okay? At least while I'm at work.

Thanks,
Meg

Now that that's done, what news do I have...

I found Jeremy last night. Turns out he was working a double at RT. I won't see him today because tonight is the night he starts his 11pm-9am weekend shifts at the nut. He's sleeping all day, working an expo shift at RT, and will go to the night audit job from there. He'll be finishing out his shift when I roll in at 7 tomorrow to pull my own 10 hour shitfest. I've already got 33 hours clocked for the week, and I've got two 8s and a 10 on the schedule. Add a quarter hour per shift because I know how to work the clock, and that's 59.75 for the week. Schawing! Not to mention the hallelujah chorus that is my last day at the front desk. One more weekend of bridge tournament work and after that I'm free. I'll have consecutive days off, and they'll be the same days off that the rest of the universe has. I'll go to church! I'll meet Harrisonburgers that share my worldview! I'll make plans to hang out with them. I'll be a real person again:)

Time flies when you get excited like that...I need to go to my grownup job now.

Peace.

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Woohoo:) I love my job:) I got next Friday off. No questions asked, no need to use my personal day.
"Tammi, can I take next Friday off? The 19th?"
"Sure."
"Do I need to clear it with Allison (HR director) because of my 40 hours?"
"Nah."

Sweet.

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http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/ptech/08/12/jerk.o.meter.ap/index.html

"It's an academically proven thing," Madan said of the math behind those measurements. "There are a bunch of academic papers published about this."

Yes, that's a very academic description.

The return of yogilates

I have the sniffles from searching my house for my low-resistance pilates band. Digging through dusty closets gave me a real allergy problem. But despite the feeling that I've been hit by a truck, I promised myself I'd start up the yogilates again, so I did. The only band I found was the high-resistance one, which I never even used when I was at the top of my yogilates game, but I used it anyway. The workout was okay - about what I expected after not doing it for six months. But I toned really well doing that workout before my wedding, so I'm back on it now. I'll be going to the pool again, too, starting Monday. And I'll consider cutting the junk food, but no promises. I was on such a roll until I broke my damn foot, and then my workout buddy turned out to be a felon, so...I'm back at square one...but I'm enthusiastic. I need to call Jer and get him to get a low-resistance band at the store. Better do that now while it's still on my mind.

Peace.