Never in my life have I had so little going on, and yet been so busy at the same time. During the week I go to work, go to the gym, come home, take a shower, cook, eat, and then go on the internet while watching tv. On the weekends I spend the morning and afternoon reading recipes and deciding which ones I want to make, and then spend the evening making said recipes as well as meringue cookies and ice cream. On the surface I’m not doing that much, yet for some reason I’m feeling like every second of every day is occupied.
A lot of it has to do this blog. It is so time consuming! When I used to blog, “back in the day,” I would write something, proofread and edit it, and upload it. Boom, done. But now, in addition to that, I’ve got to take pictures for my recipes and edit them in photoshop, search the web for photos that are relevant to my other posts, tag and categorize posts, and try to come up with witty titles. Then once I post something I have to figure out how to “promote” it, because let’s face it, the goal is readers. I need to Instagram this photo so I can upload it on Instagram. I should put this recipe on Tumblr and link it to my site. I can’t have ALL of these linked to my Twitter, because everyone will be getting the same tweet 4 times. Should I make a Facebook page? There’s a lot of thought going into this!
Now I’ve decided I want a new layout, and since I don’t like any of the free WordPress themes, I have to do something custom…which means learning CSS. I used to know HTML, so teaching myself CSS is not impossible. Nonetheless it has been time consuming. The problem is that I’ve been trying to fit it all in during the workday, because my computer at home sucks, but work has been so busy lately that I haven’t had any down time. The little down time that I have had has been spent learning CSS, which has lead to a lack of posts, which makes me feel guilty and neglectful of this blog.
But it’s not like I have anything to write about. Seriously, I have nothing going on in my life other than cooking and recipes. I STILL haven’t heard from John. It’s been almost two weeks, so I don’t think I’m going to. I don’t even know what to say about it. My head says “FUCK HIM and his little boy bullshit, you can do better anyway.” But my heart still hurts from the rejection. I try not to think about him, but it’s hard, because we work together, so there’s a constant awareness that he is nearby. I could see him as I’m walking to the building, or when I’m riding in the elevator. Thank GOD we don’t sit on the same floor. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to see him every day. As it stands now, my next work interaction with him won’t be until the middle of June. I’m not sure how I’ll handle it the next time I see him. Dirty look? Ignore him? Smile and say hi and act like nothing happened?
At this point I’m leaning towards my bitch face possibly followed by an eye roll. Lol.
Oh, I DID go out last Friday to “celebrate” cinco de mayo. There’s this Mexican place near my job that makes insanely strong frozen margaritas. Every time we go there it’s a shit show, and Friday was no exception. I got ridiculously drunk. My friend ended up having to put me in a cab home, and I made the cabbie pull over on the way so I could puke. I was sick until around noon the next day. On the positive side, I lost 3 pounds!
I’m getting a haircut and blowout after work, so I’ll be going out again tonight so it doesn’t go to waste. I’m thinking positive thoughts, and I have a feeling it’s going to be a fun night. Fingers crossed!