Jesse, consider pretending that Biz Markie is your rep instead. Consider him just a friend.

Hahahahah! OK, that made me laugh.

I was on vacation three days. And OMG I seriously don't want to be doing this job. All the things make me want to yell at people and quit. It's RIDICULOUS.

Jesse, my dad knew Markey personally, and he hated him. But that probably doesn't help. He's been the rep for over twenty-five years, though, so maybe he's better now?

I don't mind if he's an asshole personally, really.... I mean, plenty of people hate Mike Capuano (my former Rep.), I'm just not one of them.

Jesse, consider pretending that Biz Markie is your rep instead. Consider him just a friend.

Hahahaha! That is the best.

And OMG I seriously don't want to be doing this job. All the things make me want to yell at people and quit. It's RIDICULOUS.

I don't want to quit. I just don't want to do any of the things I am supposed to be doing.

I am blatantly political on my Facebook page. I have a 75% to 25% split on Dems versus Rep friends so it can make for some heated debate.

I enjoy eviscerating people with my words.

I'm going to go off on a non-political rant here. I've been skating roller derby for two years. Which is HARD work--and extremely physical. I checked my medical records and last year, my TSH levels were off (meaning my thyroid was under active.) Instead of suggesting or doing anything about it, my doctor let it go. Now, two years later, in spite of exercising my ass off and counting Weight Watchers points, I'm 20lbs heavier and dealing with insurance company issues because of it.

So when I went in this year for my check up and my doctor told me she was concerned because my weight was still climbing. D'uh. Me, too! So when she checked the thyroid and said, "Well, it's still low, so I'll prescribe something for that."

One month later, after having changed NOTHING else, I've lost 6lbs. Now, I've spent two years feeling like shit or having people think I'm lying about exercising or my diet and generally wondering what was wrong with me, never suspecting that my endocrine system was jacked.

And the systematic problem was affecting all the other stuff that is typically attributed to diet and weight--blood sugar, triglycerides and cholesterol.

I just want to yell, "FUCK YOU GUYS, I HAVE A GLANDULAR PROBLEM!"

Aw, jeez.

I don't want to quit. I just don't want to do any of the things I am supposed to be doing.

I am Lee. Maybe I'll try a lunch break and see if my motivation reappears.

Geez Cash. Uncool.

The worst is talking to a "health coach" on the phone from the insurance company--who is not a licences nutritionist, nurse or psychologist. And she says--get this: "Well, we'd really like for your waist to be under 40 inches."

Really? "WE'D" like that? Do WE have to go swimsuit shopping with this giant gut? Bleh.

Oh, and Olivia told me she was "spying on us" last night. When I asked her how she said, "oh, those noises you make. Were you really happy or something?"

Wonderful.

OMG.

Also, in a totally different yet equally sincere way:

OMG.

Delicious Thai food for lunch does not make me want to work anymore. In fact, I want to do virtually nothing. Poop!