OK, these are my confessions:
1) YES - I am the one that posted the sign in the breakroom that states the following: "Your mother does not work here...please wash your own dishes before they turn into a science project!" Why? Because boys are gross. They eat stuff & chuck it in the community sink & there they stay until they are covered in mold & the manager's assistant gets pissed and washes them. We'll see just how long it is before anyone either (a) notices the sign and washes their dishes; or (b) tears it down.
2) I keep whining how I have no time to work out & blah blah, yet I laud myself on being a remarkable time manager. I keep neglecting this big hole of time in the middle of my day - my lunch hour. My gym is less than .33 miles from our office...there are showers. What is to prevent me from working out for 30 minutes over my lunch break? I just don't like getting sweaty & messing up my makeup. Too bad, whiny girl. I'm going to try doing this for 3 weeks. See if it works out well. That in addition to 3 days of yoga a week should whip this butt of mine into shape. Especially if I keep it up for 5 months until I leave for Europe. Then I'll be hiking/walking everywhere & THAT can be my workout. Isn't that just SAD??? That walking places is a natural "workout" but that I rarely do it? Its the nature of my life right now - there is no public transportation that works out well & is readily accessbile, nor are the areas I go pedestrian friendly. America is so weird!
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