August 12, 2013

He Asked If You Were Hot

Today was interesting to say the least. Jake comes up to me and says, “Haha, Employee asked me if you were hot. I laughed and didn’t answer.”

Yes. I know I am not hot, but seriously? Have some fucking tact.

I was fine the whole way home until I talked to Mom, then I just lost it. I think mostly because I am embarrassed and ashamed that I can’t be that daughter that is married and has the 2.5 kids. I am the daughter who almost weighs 300 pounds and works too much.

I get stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I start focusing on myself I don’t focus on work and when I focus on work I don’t focus on myself. It’s hard. I need to lose 100 pounds and I need to do it soon. In college I was really successful and lost 70 pounds. The problem is, when I hit that weight I didn’t recognize myself. I didn’t understand why people were paying attention to me and I got scared. I not only gained the 70 pounds back I added another 50 or 60.

Advertising is an evil industry full of long hours and no appreciation. It’s something that I just need to shut off and say no more. I am going home now.

I’ve spent the last hours thinking about it and then starting to cry. Crying isn’t really an option for me. Plus it doesn’t solve anything. So I wipe my tears away and try to drudge forward. But you know what. . . sometimes, I’m just not that strong.

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