The older I get the more disillusioned I become with life. Pretty soon there will be no delusions left to keep me going. What will I do when that day comes?
Maybe, I'll buy a convertible. Maybe, I'll have my boobs done. Nothing crazy of course just big enough to match my waist measurement.
I am on the HCG diet and I am grumpy. I am breaking one of the rules and having regular diet coke. The diet recommends you spend $4.00 on a six pack of Zevia. Zero calorie soda sweetened with Stevia.
My reward for being exhausted all day long is that in the morning the scale is one digit lighter than the day before. I want to quit. I hate myself for starting. My husband says encouraging things like "don't quit", "don't do it", "don't cheat". I hate him for it and tell him every time. "Shut up! I hate you".
I don't really say that to him.
I got a job. I got a job. I start this week. The hours are 5-9PM Mon-Fri and the pay is about double what I would get working retail. Retail is the field I have been applying for over the last six weeks. I started applying at Harkins and proceeded to leave my resume with about a dozen or so employers without updating it to no longer read, "eager to work for Harkins in a part-time position".
I discovered my resume's error before jumping in the car to go to an interview with a company that was not Harkins. They undoubtedly had a resume that also said Harkins too. I tried to fix it by ending my interview with "oh, I'd like to give you an updated resume. Yeah, my education level and work history haven't changed. I just updated it to no longer say 'anxious to find a permanent position with Harkins'".
I watched a program on the Today Show that explored the question, who is happier: Stay At Home Moms or Working Moms. The answer was that the woman who had realistic expectations for her daily life was the least depressed. This program made me face a truth I've been pushing out of my head for a while now. That truth is the recognition that I'm not Cinderella and no one is going to come wave a wand to make my life more glamorous. The truth was that I'd be much happier if lost all my delusions and made reality work.
5 sign your pity:
Actually I think your life (and everyone else's) would be happier if we thought our life, just the way it is now, as glamorous.
This way we would be grateful for all the little things in our life, welcoming the big things in life to be glamorous as well.
By the way,I'm not sure that bigger breast are glamorous.
Sorry for the semi-serious response. Congrats on the job.
Keep it "real" (whatever that is).
Love,
Delaina
Good for you. I heart you.
So much for Sarah Moody and the Not Bummer Summer.
Okay, now that I got that lame joke out of my system, I need to tell you that I think delusions are what keep me going. I'm going to write a blog post just for you.
Well I'm going to go ahead and place my Magic-Brother-in-Law-Wand back into my Magic Jansport, it turns out you're just not ready--thinking you can do this without my abilities. Phooey.
Congratulations!
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