This is one wacky video. The cigar-chomping dude reminds me of Curtis Armstrong.
Anyway, eh. Not such a hot day/week/etc.
It is week #2 of eat more and stop have the fitness tracker yell, thereby, presumably, lose weight!
Not so fast.
Last week, I stayed the same. This week, I am up 1.4.
In all fairness, I've also got TOM going on, but still!
Very discouraging, particularly as I walked almost 30 miles last week and went to the gym twice, for a total of 2 hours cardio/weight training there. Measurements are, mainly, up, although not by too much.
It is discouraging.
And other fun stuff is not helping.
The Commonwealth has decided -- look, little job seeker? See the hoop? Jump, job seeker, jump!
There is a new form to fill out online. But you can't fill it in on Sundays. But that's nowhere in the literature. And so we hold your check because you had the audacity to try to fill it out on Sunday, when every other part of that website is usable.
I do hope they realize they are also shooting themselves in the foot with this, as two trips multiplied by however many job seekers = more strain on their server.
Jump, job seeker, jump!
You'd think with all this jumping, I'd lose some freakin' weight.
Anyway, it is not a happy day. I am sorry I am not funny or perky today. I am just tired of it all.
Why am I not getting a job? Well, uh, there aren't any in my field. Or, at least, the match is just not being made. I have been told I'm great but, oops! We're going with someone internal. Or, oh, you don't fit our vision (whatever TF that turns out to be). Or, you're perfect, but we found someone perfect-er! Or you're too experienced (I always wonder about that one -- I'm sure in most cases that's code for, you're too old). Or you're just, hmm, well, we had 87 specifications and you only fit 86 of them, so sorry. But we do love to watch you jump. Jump again, and you might get a biscuit!
I had a dream early this morning of this awful coworker I had had years ago (who became my boss IRL). I dreamt I was working with this person again, who was as loud and obnoxious as ever, and sitting even closer to me than this person had over a decade ago. The company (in the dream) compensated my annoyance by giving me a printer. But of course I had to share and service this printer as well.
And that is how I am feeling. I have home and family things going on as well and I am not going to get into those on a public page like this but I am just plain tired of battling. The forced perkiness that I will need to be able to network and do all of the hoop-jumping is just not gonna come easy, if at all, right now. I have had it.
Does this mean I am stopping? Not really. But I am not up to par by any means.
Oh and it also doesn't mean I want a pep talk. A pep talk is not gonna cure this. I appreciate your thoughts - I do - but this is not a pep talk situation.
Again, sorry this isn't cheerful or funny. It's just ... not. It really does feel like hell.