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I was having lunch with a coworker (Sahar) today, and got some very chilling news. Apparently the sales team has been taken off salary and now they're working for commission only. Um. What does that mean, in terms of... company budget stuff?
I guess the big question looming over me like a black cloud is this: DO I HAVE TO LOOK FOR A JOB AGAIN???
I can't do that again. Seriously. Just thinking about looking for a job for the third time in twelve months is making me break out in hives. Plus I really like this job, and my coworkers, and the amount of work I have versus the amount of spare time I have to dick around on Tumblr.
Um, apart from this sudden potentially life-changing event, things are good. I went to the Pride parade yesterday with Joe, Anthony, Lauren (the girl living with us) and Anthony's co-worker Ken. We walked all the way from my apartment to The Abbey on San Vicente. OUCH. Then we cabbed home and I promptly took a three hour nap. I highly recommend this... it's like you get a secret third day out of the weekend. I saw The A-Team, which was awesome in a shit-exploding-everywhere kind of way. I saw Prince of Persia last week, and here are my two complains: 1) Awful, awful movie, even by my low standards; 2) not nearly enough shirtless Jake Gylenhaaldsgedthdfh. That's all I came to see, people.
I tried a spinning class last week at the gym. The people at Bally's said I could try my first class for free, and if you know me, you know "free" is my Waterloo. I can't say no to free stuff. See also: all the crap I own.
It. was. exhausting. A very perky lady in a pink tank top had us ride the bicycles in a thousand-degree room for a whole hour. I was honestly worried I was going to vomit in the car on the way home. I'm going to try it again today with a different instructor and see how it goes. I mean, it was a great workout. Cardio plus lots of strength training for my thighs & butt. You can FEEL your muscles getting sore while you're working out. Also, pretty sure I sweated off at least 2-3 pounds. I changed into a different shirt in the locker room, and by the time I got home, I had sweated through that too. Pretty.
This time I'm trying to prepare a little better. Right now I'm eating a CLIFF bar and having lots to drink. I also brought a towel and shower shoes so that I can cool down after the class is over (assuming I survive it).
I guess the big question looming over me like a black cloud is this: DO I HAVE TO LOOK FOR A JOB AGAIN???
I can't do that again. Seriously. Just thinking about looking for a job for the third time in twelve months is making me break out in hives. Plus I really like this job, and my coworkers, and the amount of work I have versus the amount of spare time I have to dick around on Tumblr.
Um, apart from this sudden potentially life-changing event, things are good. I went to the Pride parade yesterday with Joe, Anthony, Lauren (the girl living with us) and Anthony's co-worker Ken. We walked all the way from my apartment to The Abbey on San Vicente. OUCH. Then we cabbed home and I promptly took a three hour nap. I highly recommend this... it's like you get a secret third day out of the weekend. I saw The A-Team, which was awesome in a shit-exploding-everywhere kind of way. I saw Prince of Persia last week, and here are my two complains: 1) Awful, awful movie, even by my low standards; 2) not nearly enough shirtless Jake Gylenhaaldsgedthdfh. That's all I came to see, people.
I tried a spinning class last week at the gym. The people at Bally's said I could try my first class for free, and if you know me, you know "free" is my Waterloo. I can't say no to free stuff. See also: all the crap I own.
It. was. exhausting. A very perky lady in a pink tank top had us ride the bicycles in a thousand-degree room for a whole hour. I was honestly worried I was going to vomit in the car on the way home. I'm going to try it again today with a different instructor and see how it goes. I mean, it was a great workout. Cardio plus lots of strength training for my thighs & butt. You can FEEL your muscles getting sore while you're working out. Also, pretty sure I sweated off at least 2-3 pounds. I changed into a different shirt in the locker room, and by the time I got home, I had sweated through that too. Pretty.
This time I'm trying to prepare a little better. Right now I'm eating a CLIFF bar and having lots to drink. I also brought a towel and shower shoes so that I can cool down after the class is over (assuming I survive it).