Can't Sleep...again....

So, this is the second time this week that I have had trouble going to bed. Tonight I think it's mainly because I worked out a few hours ago and am still kind of on a high from that. And I'm also frustrated that now for some reason my body is completely rejecting protein shakes, because again I had one after my work out like I have for this entire week, and again I felt like shit afterward. On the plus side, I am finally losing weight, I am so excited!

I feel kinda bad that Chris has to work at 8am tomorrow because he has had a hard time getting to sleep tonight too, although I'm pretty sure he is passed out right now.

This evening was pretty fun. I met Barb for dinner and it was great getting to catch up with her. We decided to sit in the bar area since we were only getting appetizers and drinks, and out waiter ended up being super sweet and funny. I had an appletini and she had a beer, and we shared some awesome calamari, some ahi tuna strips and the best crab cakes I've ever had. And the best part was that each plate and both drinks were only $6! We ended up chatting for a good two hours and then she invited me over on Wednesday to do laundry and visit with her 6 month old grandaughter. She is so my adopted mother.

After dinner I did a light grocery shopping trip and then came home and chilled out and watched some Adult Swim. Then, Chris came home from work, ate dinner, and went to bed, whilst I went to the gym and did an hour and a half long work out. It's really like pulling teeth at this point to get me to actually go to the gym, but once I'm there it's not so bad. Luckily Chris is really good at nagging me to the point of me losing my mind so that I just go to get him to leave me alone.

I'm going to try to go four times this week, which is always my goal, but I'm always lucky if I get myself to go twice a week. I really just get soooooo bored with it. Although, I find going late at night is the best for me because it's always completely dead and I don't have to worry about fighting for equipment or having people stare at me when I work out.

I am actually getting excited to teach my Irish step dance class. Granted I'll be lucky if I get more than two girls in my class, but at least that will mean that they will get to learn more and hopefully become really good by the end of the 6 weeks. Mainly I'm looking forward to getting the $20 bucks a week. It's not amazing, but at least it's SOMETHING.

I keep praying that someone will give me an interview this week. I need a job so freaking badly, I feel like I'm really going to run out of money sooner than I'm ready for. I may be able to keep my unemployment for another 6-8 months but I hate feeling like at any moment I could have nothing more coming to me. It's just a really gut wrenching feeling. At any rate, I really hope I can land something before the end of July. That would be the best feeling.

Barbara mentioned at lunch that she had tried to convince Shannon (my old manager) to call me and offer me my old job back, but obviously she decided not to do that, at least not yet. Which, I dunno, I guess it's fine, although when I was let go, she did tell me that if they needed help I would be the "first one she called", which I now know is BS because they already hired a new girl. Even then, I don't know that I would go back. I mean, granted right now if it meant that I'd be getting my old salary back, which is essentially double what I'm making now, I don't know that I could refuse, even though I really hate everything that store and the owners stand for. The owner is without a doubt going to burn in hell for all eternity. She'll be right there with Hitler and Bill O'Reiley getting pitchforks jammed up her ass hole. One of these days I swear I am going to write my own personal memoir about working at that store and all the bullshit I saw go on there, and still continue to hear about. It's really the most incompetent buisness I've ever seen being run before. And yet, the public are so blind to it, they would never know.

I've never really wished someone to fail, but I just can't wait to see them crumble when all of their buisness ventures fail and they have debt up to their eyeballs. I can't wait.

Wow, it is nearly 3am and I don't even feel the least bit tired. This is sad and wrong. Someone needs to put me out of misery.