so, yeah... a week ago monday was the last time i got to the pool, and i didn't get to actually swim that day, as the lifeguard never showed up. then i woke up with a sore throat on tuesday, left work early on wednesday, stayed home sick on thursday, worked friday, then had the baby all to myself over the weekend at my mom's house (longest she's ever been away from mommy) which just drained me to the point that i was out yesterday, as well. i'm back to work today, working from home tomorrow, and possibly i'll feel well enough to get back in the pool either thursday or friday this week.
Yeah. Because according to the posts here, it's been EIGHT YEARS.
"No Tom Foolery today, Ron. I'm tired of looking at your dreadful, speckled mug." "Why do you hurt me in this way, Harry?" ”It’s a grid system motherfucker. Eleven up and one over, you simple bitch.”
I've pretty much given up on my running over the past few weeks and I can feel the weight starting to creep back. As soon as this move is looked after I need to get back at it. Good luck on working up the time/energy/motivation on channeling your inner Ryan Lochte - and no, I'm not talking about fabricating stories of being robbed in Rio after you get challenged by a security guard for peeing on the walls of a gas station. What a fucking idiot.
My excercise routine is my new job. I've dropped 40 lbs since I started in May. Feels great(to see my dick again).
"No Tom Foolery today, Ron. I'm tired of looking at your dreadful, speckled mug." "Why do you hurt me in this way, Harry?" ”It’s a grid system motherfucker. Eleven up and one over, you simple bitch.”
Yeah. The theater paid Jack shit.
I'm working in a warehouse. 10 hour+ workdays for four days(Tues-Fri) and then a three day weekend every week.
I'm making almost twice as much as I was as a manager at the theater. With 100% less snotty entitled teenagers to deal with.
"No Tom Foolery today, Ron. I'm tired of looking at your dreadful, speckled mug." "Why do you hurt me in this way, Harry?" ”It’s a grid system motherfucker. Eleven up and one over, you simple bitch.”