Selling a shoulder
Had a horrendus day at work yesterday (well, horrendus on my scale. It's not like I'm Mike Rowe - the nastiest parts of my job are still psychological). Anyhoo, in the middle of my horrendus day, I checked my email and noticed that the new coat I had ordered from JCrew's winter sale was going to be delivered to my house. The small, pessimistic part of my brain said "and wouldn't it just be the perfect cap to this day if I got home and the coat didn't fit?". (The coat, having been on clearance, is not returnable or exchangable.)
I've decided I need to have that part of my brain surgically removed.
I got home, opened the box, pulled off the plastic, and put on the coat. Yup, it's too small. Not terribly so, but a bit narrow in the shoulders and too snug in the chest and waist. I definitely can't wear a sweater under it. sigh. NQH came home a few minutes later, and I had already hung the coat up in the closet. I didn't tell him it was too small - I just couldn't say it out loud. On the upside, I think some of the snugness can be alleviated by my loosing a bit of weight, so it's good to have another motivator for my return to the gym when recruitment is over next Monday. On the downside, my shoulders won't really get any narrower, so I'm thinking of just chopping one off. Anyone need an extra shoulder?
On a happy note, I bought an iPod and can now joyously drown out my co-workers with loud, violent rock music (or whatever I'm in the mood for) when they start to annoy me. The cats are doing well, I'm still having lots of fun with Warcraft, and I'm planning to take a few days off in February and a week in March. I clearly need a break from work, and I'm hoping that if the end of recruitment doesn't improve my mood, then a few days away from the office will.