Breakup Barbie – you have to admit this is funny as hell

Here’s a little quiz:

What do all of these thoughts have in common?

–        This is going to be an easy 3 day workweek!

–        Probably everyone is on vacation, and I can get caught up and take a breath!

–        I’m going to leave work on time and go to yoga!

–        I’m not going to let myself get stressed out this week!

Answer:

They are all big fat lies I told myself yesterday. 

In fact, no one at this ridiculous company is on vacation except my GM.  And how many emails did my GM-On-Vacation send me today?  Twenty-four.  Yep, 24 separate “hey, just thought of this, make it happen while I’m gone” easy breezy emails sent from his iPad, certainly while relaxing with a drink, designed to ruin my week/life.  My plan to work normal human hours today has turned into 11 hours (so far) and promises to be worse tomorrow.

My plan to eat well today lasted all the way through 2:00, when I thought I was going to pass out from hunger but only had time to run to Starbucks next door and inhale a bag of popcorn on the way back to my desk.  I’m finally home and I have just finished “dinner” of a piece of cheese, 5 olives and a yogurt eaten over the sink and poured myself a glass of wine, which I will now attempt to not pour into my keyboard as I get back to work.

Maybe tomorrow will be nice and calm and quiet and…yeah, nobody is buying it.