Dear Monday Night Football, I hate you.

Monday Night Football makes me want to punch people.

Well, not really punch people. Because I don't know who is responsible for Monday Night Football, and even if I did they are either some super jacked football dude, or a super well protected marketing mogul.

Anyway, the reason that I hate Monday Night Football is that job #2 has to do with the local pro football team.

Anytime those spandex-clad football machines take the field, I am working.

So today, I will work Job #1 from 07:00 - 16:00, and then job #2 from 16:00- 01:30ish? and then I have to go to the gym because of Jaime's 25 Days of fitness challenge, and the only day I can take off from the circuit is Tuesday..


So, after working lots and lots and feeling like death and wanting nothing but to go home and chop my legs off and fall into a deep sleep under my electric blanket, I instead get to go to the gym and complete Zach's Circuit of Hell.

Welcome to my Pity Party.

However, I took Tuesday off from Job #1, so that I can sleep late-ish, and actually study for my Spanish class Tuesday Night. Oh, and do a mockup of the gingerbread house. And clean my kitchen. And find the recipe for gingerbread in my giant recipe binder.

Okay, looks like I'm not sleeping late after all. Shit.


I'm pretty sure the rest of the day is going to go something like this:

1330-1559 go back to work, do things like a robot
1600 freak out and realize that I needed to change clothes  and already be gone by now
1605 actually leave job #1
1630 arrive at job # 2 due to some deft  maneuvering on the highway/ swearing at other drivers
1630-0130 bitch and moan about A) the weather B) how much I hate football C) how tired I already am, while telling people to do stuff.
0130-0230 get to the gym and make a pitiful attempt to complete the circuit
0230-0300 drive home
0300 take a shower, and then bellyflop into bed and fall into a coma.