On the way home from my weary paperwork-filled day yesterday, I stopped in at mum's for a cuppa tea and a kind word. She wasn't there, so I let myself in, made some tea and stood on her scale. EEEK. Shit. To escalate my day I weigh 69 kgs. That's frigging enormous. I know I put on a couple of pounds - and I blame Richard for that, because I was miserable, but 69 kgs? WTF?
So am on diet. Because jeans are almost splitting at the sides and I feel like a glob of lard.
As I write, I tuck into a delicious portion of Cup Noodles. I can't go cold turkey! It's a process and I'm going to beat the Fat Demon. Slowly but surely.
I need advice. Khali is a boosy person. She shouldn't really boss me around since she is a PA. I get annoyed when I'm bossed around because it interferes with my rebelious bucking authority streak. It usually goes something like this:
Laurian: "So, Jo, have you designed the ad yet? Because we need..."
Khali: "LAURIAN! Have you written that thing yet?
Laurian: (Ignoring her) So Jo, what..."
Khali: Laurian, rather put that in the ad.
What I really want to say is: "Fuck off. I'm not even addressing you and what the hell do you know about that anyway??"
(She graduated last year and tries to run the wntire office.)
Give me some comebacks if she asks me to why I'm doing something/Interrupts my conversations (arrrgh!)/ Insults me/Takes the prize for work I did/etc.
It's driving me bonkers and Im scared I'm going to hurl my Cup Noodles on her head.
Am I being completely over the top Virgo-anal? You vcan be honest. Because I don't know you and won't throw Cup Noodle on your head. Promise.