It's Wednesday which means it's time to confess with Nadine and Kathy, so let's get right to it!
Friday was my boss's last day and I have no idea what will become of my position since I'm the only person in my "department" (my coworker is on short term disability). And I'm freaking the eff out.
Someone asked me for a one line description of my job and I had no idea what to tell him. My job responsibilities have changed so much in the last year that I legit don't even know what I do anymore.
Like I mentioned, my coworker is on short term disability. I've been getting stuck doing all the work. While I understand that she's not well, I'm starting to get pissed off. But then I feel bad for getting mad. #viciouscycle
I was way more excited about the Superbowl than Valentine's Day. Why? Because all the food! Plus I kinda feel like there are too many expectations that come with Valentine's Day, and everything is overpriced, and I can't get a decent meal anywhere without making reservations a year in advance.
I posted about the cheese bombs I was going to make for the Superbowl on Friday, but I didn't get a chance to make them because we had too much food already.
You know what's a great way to not spend money? Lose your debit card. I mean, I wouldn't suggest it, but man, is it effective! Somehow I misplaced it after going grocery shopping on Saturday, and didn't notice until I was on my way to work Monday morning. Obviously I wasn't watching my wallet very well. #walletwatch
You know what's really not a good way to save money? Having a new Dunkin Donuts open up in your train station. I'm weak in the morning. And 50 points for a breakfast sandwich? Done and done.
Speaking of food, remember when I said I was going to try to only spend $60 on groceries for the month? HAHAHA, that was funny. Groceries be more 'spensive than I thought. And I didn't factor in throwing a Superbowl party.
I totally forgot that I wasn't supposed to eat meat today (Catholics note: it's Ash Wednesday!) until Blue reminded me about an hour before lunchtime. And I
almost decided to eat it anyway because it's spaghetti and meatballs day at work. But I refrained.
The fact that there were an odd number of confessions was bothering me, so I'm adding one. That kind of counts as a confession right? Does having an odd or not rounded number bother you too? Just me? Ok then.
What are you 'fessing up to?