The best kind of therapy....

Retail therapy... is there really anything better?

First, I'm so sorry for skipping a day. Well, a day and a half, really. My work stress and such totally caught up to me and I short-circuited a little, and I just couldn't seem to get it all together to post yesterday. That, and I usually use downtime at work to post updates, and there was no downtime, so hence, no posting.

Work is still stressful. Like, crazy stressful. I have a job where I am expected to work with virtually no feedback and no supervision, and yet I have no autonomy to actually make decisions and my recommendations are ignored. I could do my job exceptionally well and remarkably efficiently if I were just allowed to do the damn thing. Instead, I get stuck following orders and carrying out plans I know are going to be useless and rushing to get things done at the last minute because I didn't have authorization to do them any sooner. And all the meanwhile, for the past three days, I've had supervisors breathing down my neck because they have no grasp of how things work in the real world (like the ridiculously short hours most hotel sales offices are open) or asking me when or if certain tasks are completed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am the only one working on all of these numerous jobs that need to be done.

So, I decided I deserved a little treat. It's hard not giving into the urge to find something decadent and chocolate and bury my stress. But I really, really don't want to do that. Instead, I indulged in a little retail therapy. I got this amazing hand and body lotion from La Senza the other day, which I just love the scent of, and the matching eau de toilette. That was good for a while, but I needed something to remind me why I am not drowning my sorrows in a DQ Blizzard. So I went out today and bought the cutest little shirtdress from Reitmans. I have always loved these dresses, but never been able to wear them because they looked really bad. But it didn't look bad. It looked rather cute actually. So I bought some jewelry to go with it. Then, I finally decided to take the plunge and bought a pair of heels. Real heels. Very high heels. They're purple and black. I don't know if I can actually wear them, but they look pretty. I plan to wear the ensemble to the crappy meeting I have to go to in Liverpool tomorrow. I'm thrilled about it. Oh well. At least I'll look good. And I have a training session when I get back to Truro (after five hours in a car), so I'll show my real heels off to Shawn when I get to the club to change.

Shawn has also asked me to do an evaluation for him. It's hard. I want to be honest and constructive, and I don't know if overwhelmingly positive comments are really helpful, but honestly, I don't have anything critical to say. I am so happy with how this has worked out (I want to write "our relationship", but that sounds creepy). I was talking to another woman at the club tonight, and she left her trainer (who wasn't Shawn) because after five months, she just wasn't getting any results. I wasn't about to delve into details, but I can't imagine how. I mean, I know there's a lot that goes into this besides just the time I spend working directly with Shawn, but I think if you are following what your trainer is telling you regarding nutrition and training, you'd have to see results. I certainly didn't hesitate to sing Shawn's praises, though I would never recommend to anyone at the club that they take my trainer over theirs.

Anyhow, it's getting late, and I must work on my evaluation and get ready for tomorrow. It's over two hours to Liverpool - yay - so I have to be up and on the road bright and early. I also need to sort out what I'm taking for lunch. So many difficult decisions.

Just a few hours from Friday!! Rejoice!



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