It’s been a long week, and it’s only Thursday morning! What makes that even worse is that I only work Tuesday through Friday, so I’ve only really completed half my work by this hour on Thursday morning. Still, work has been crazy. I decided to entitle one day, “An Investigation in to Burping and Farting” for reasons that I can’t state here. Today looks like one meeting after another after another. Plus, I have to corner one of the most higher-up higher-ups to discuss an issue. They told us that we are “entitled” to lunch each day but, honestly, today I just wish I were entitled to enough brain to figure out where to fit my lunch that I’m entitled to!
This kind of week is very stressful and makes me need some major stress-relief. I participate in the cost-efficient stress technique of “shed your woes with your clothes” whenever I get home and boy does this help! My method of stress relief requires no travel (looking at the cost of gas, this is really good!), no money, no reservations, and no planning. It’s quick, easy, and the most effective stress-relief out there!
Speaking of stress, I’m starting to see the terroristic “spring commercials.” You know the ones- they fill women with fear, cause crisis phone calls to occur, and require saving money and planning. Yes, you guessed it: bathing suit buying season! There is little else that will make a strong and stable woman crumble to her knees. I remember my sister purchasing a swimsuit a few years back. Getting her suit was a full-day affair as she traveled- with a friend for emotional support- from store to store to get “the right” suit. These days, you but the pieces of a two-piece suit separately, so her excursion took her near and yon to get a suit that flatters her (or at least doesn’t cause young children to run away screaming.) I thought she’d done well when she came home late that night with both pieces of her new swimsuit in her hand. It was then that I learned that she still wasn’t done- she needed a cover-up. That’s right: after buying the perfect suit, she needed a swimsuit cover-up so that nobody could see the suit. For those of you wondering about this practice, NO- I can’t explain it either. But that time of swimsuit shopping was definitely stressful and ‘tis the season for women to endure this horrible and stressful tradition.
I’m so glad I’m not one of “those” women- my swimsuit is an all natural and always perfectly fitting model that doesn’t require shopping or trauma. Ahhhhh…..!