But this week just might kill me at work. I left on time tonight to watch the Bachelor, have a great, filling dinner that’s been marinating since sometime yesterday, and have a great “brace yourself for your two impending deadlines, your corporate pitch, and all that other stuff you have to do this week that will surely keep you at the office longer than the night cleaning staff” drink.
Oh.
All while dieting and exercising the hell to lose a couple of pounds in our company’s “The Biggest Loser” challenge to raise money for Relay for Life. Not only is my brain lacking from the reduction in calories, but I just want to take a bath in Bengay because our completely FABULOUS workout room kept me much longer than I expected this weekend. Participants are divided up into teams of three, and the winners are decided by who loses the largest percentage. My boss and the economics chick across the hall, whom are a large part of the traffic outside my office, are on the same team. My strategy is to bring baked goods and let them eat it. So my team loses more weight.
Hey… I DID promise them Mashed Potato Cinnamon Rolls… who am I to back out on a promise?
