So, March is gone and so is most of April . . . I still haven’t filed my taxes, I can still do that tomorrow . . .
I have been working a lot, still at Bigbox Insurance Company working as a “consultant” (temp), since the end of November. It’s good, so not stressful. Evil corporate culture is actually pretty nice, growing on me. I love not working at the doctor’s office, I love not working with all women, I love just not being the manager.
My first day as a full-time hire is supposed to be May 3rd, I have been told the job is mine, but I hate to believe it until the deal is done. I was supposed to be hired in mid-February, but there were some lay-offs, so it was probably for the best that I was not hired first.
I am sick and tired of being fat, although I have not gained a pound since I started working at Bigbox, and the cafeteria is fantastic . . . they have great food, so many choices, and load of healthy options. I am at 196 lbs (13 stone, 4 lbs), size 18 on the top, 16 on the bottom. It has been really hard finding acceptable clothes for work, I have nice clothes in my closet, but they don’t fit anymore, they are all 12-14. And my BMI is 32, I have hypertension (although that has been better since I am not working as practice manager anymore), something has to be done, serious.
I started Atkins this week, a woman at work was telling me about her experience so I got the book (new for 2010). I love meat, even though I have been trying to stay away from it because of my weight, according to Atkins that has been like self-sabotage. I have never had much of a sweet tooth, so giving up the sugar is no big thing at all. I am hooked on chips and fries, I have trouble getting through the day without a fried potato product . . . but if going without chips and fries and starchy foods can help me be healthy I am willing to give them up. Permanently.
The most appealing part of using Atkins as opposed to any other diet plan is that people say they do not get the diet hunger. I am still feeling it, but I think it is mostly mental, just because I am saying no to what I think i want. I’ll get over it, I am not truly hungry with growling and such, just a bit of craving salty, starchy foods that I am used to.
That’s what’s up, maybe I’ll be back tomorrow.
Beginning today I have ventured my first 6 hours on a journey. I am going to work 13 days in a row for the first time since college. I’m just a tad older now so this might be a bit more wearing on me than the last time.
My glasses are already proving to be too weak, I have been able to wear them all the time up until a couple weeks ago, now they are messing with my distance vision. All this reading and close-up work is getting to my eyes. I may need bifocals much earlier than I had imagined.
What is very exciting about the next couple weeks is that my paycheck is going to be the bomb-diggity, and I’m going to feel quite accomplished about the whole deal. This new job is the most I have ever focused on coding alone. I have been getting more experiance than I could have ever gotten as a practice manager.
The house is a mess, my eating habbits are shot to shit, the book next to my bed is collecting dust, and so it all shall remain for at least the next two weeks.
I got this new tattoo on Saturday. I did it because it means something to me. Because I have lived a hard life and I can’t even begin to tell about it on this little blog. Because I need a reminder that I am alright, so I can keep moving forward.
I took these first two photos a few hours after I had it done. The man who did it got it just right, he was super. Liz came with me, she sat next to me and knit. There was a man next to me getting a graveyard piece on his entire back, not my kind of thing, but the artistry was beautiful. If you are serious about finding out who did this for me send me an email and I will give you the info.
The word “contrite” apears in Psalm 51:17 . . . The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not dispise. When I first decided on this idea as a tattoo I really wanted it on this spot, but I thought that I would go with a good chunk of the line like this:
“a broken spirit:
a broken and
But it would have to be too large for the forearm, so I figured I would get it on the outside of my calf. But I was thinking, too, that my only regret with my first tattoo is that it is in a spot where I can’t really see it. I really wanted it where I can look at it all the time, and I figured just the one word is not as creepy seeming as the whole bit. I think what I ended up with worked out perfect.
Here is a photo I took today. I tried to wear long sleeves, but the shirt kept rubbing off the ointment and letting it dry out, so I rolled up the sleeves. This afternoon a woman spotted it and asked me if it was a stamp. The woman at the desk next to me is a hoot, she told me that i should have gotten a cat and a dog on my chest so that I could push the clevage together and “make them fight.” HA!
I am working as a contractor for a large corporation. I was signed onto the project by an employment agency as a temp. to perm. employee. My contract is for two and a half months, then I may or may not be offered a perminent position, the supervisor says he will hire me, I don’t trust it until I see the paperwork, but I hope this will be the case.
There are two other ladies that just started last week doing the same type of work as me, but they are stricktly temps. just for this project.
Another woman started today, as a temp, but her agency told her that she would be working contract for one month, and then hired on, but that was not true.
Here is the sad thing: She quit a full time position at another company for this job she was told would be full time perm. When the project is over next month she will have nothing.