Work Drama

NAFP (Not A Fitness Post)

I apologize for my silence recently. I found out on Monday that they are "restructuring" our organization now that the implementation of electronic medical record is complete, and long story short - I'm being displaced. I'm the low girl on the totem pole and I'm part time, so I'm the one to go. I get reassurance that I'm a valuable employee, but there's a chance that in a few weeks I may not have a job. I'm welcome to apply for any internal positions that are open, but there is only one (out of three) that is a potential fit for me and it's not somewhere I'm eager to go. I'm going to train there a few days next week and the following week, but the hiccup is that I can't work past 5 and this department has evening hours. Boyfriend works second shift, and in order to get to daycare by the time it closes I need to be out of work at 5. My dad travels and my mom works 12 hour shifts and "already raised her kids" so I have nobody else that can pick him up. I said I would work the occasional Saturday and I'm happy to come in for the early shift (which starts at 7:00 a.m.) but so far I haven't gotten any feedback yet so I'm not sure what's going to happen to me. I should also mention that this is the second time I've been bumped from a clinic since I started working for this organization due to reasons beyond my control. I've been cycling through various emotions about everything... fear/sadness/anger/bitter/more fear. I'm trying to hope for the best but it's hard.

So that is taking precedence in my life at the moment. I need to remember that my fitness matters too, and I need to up the ante and start eating better as well. I went through all of my jeans today and ONLY ONE PAIR FITS. When I realized that I burst into tears. I have bigger jeans in a "rummage" tote somewhere but trying to find them would take ages. I'm just so disappointed in myself.

Enough of the pity party, I know! There is a bright side - the weather is finally warming up! Snow is melting! Our driveway is a total disaster of ice/slush/puddles but I'm still thrilled. I can't wait to take long walks with Brady and Jordy, and maybe even start running outside!

Pete's Birthday

My boyfriend Pete turned 30 on Friday (and our dog Jordy turned 2 on the same day, haha) and we had a bar party for him on Saturday. There was a nice turn out and Pete had a great time - but wow, I'm sure glad we don't do that often. I can't hang like I used to. Or should I say I can't drink like I used to... because I sure was "hangin'" on Sunday! No treadmill time for me that day - there was a lot of napping, water drinking and Advil popping. Luckily Brady had a fun filled evening with grandma and didn't come home until the afternoon when I was feeling much better. The last time I went out for more than dinner and a drink or two was a year ago, so I guess I was due.

I really hate calling my boyfriend "my boyfriend". It sounds so juvenile. We've been together on and off since 2000 and our son is going to be 8 later this month. He's more than a "boyfriend", even though we aren't married. Boyfriend slash baby daddy slash best friend slash love of my life? That's more accurate.

So here's a few pictures from the night....

 This is Pete with his two brothers, Dan and Jeremy. They all work different shifts and Jeremy lives an hour and a half away, so it isn't often they get together like this.

 Boyfriend looks pretty goony in this picture, but we were both tipsy at this point. Yep, that's me there.

Here's another of me... I'm using this picture as motivation because you can see my tummy roll even through the dark shirt, and that's depressing.

I don't even know what to tell ya... there are 32 pitchers in a half barrel and I think the party consumed 35 by the end of the night - so man-love and fake humping obviously ensued. Sometimes you just gotta let loose!