Warning: Working in a toxic environment is bad for your health

The phone visit with my "doctor" yesterday only proved to be somewhat depressing. My "doctor", aka my mother, told me that I needed to start recording everything that I ate in order to figure out why I was having such severe headaches, as food might be a trigger. This poses two problems: First, this means I have to write down everything I eat. Sometimes, I'd rather just eat something and forget I ate it. Writing it down means that I have to take account for what I ingest. Second, this means that I might be eating food(s) that cause me to lay on a couch, with my eyes closed, praying that the loud sounds coming from across the back alley go away. All in all, I don't feel this is a win/win situation for me or my love of food. My best bet is that it isn't butter. Chocolate is still out there as a possibility, but I'm leaning towards no. Thank God!

The dinner party on Saturday night was fantastic. Anna and myself had an awesome time creating lists about our goods, gathering our goods, creating action plans for our lists of goods and then executing everything to almost near perfection. There was one recipe that I'm still 50/50 on. I think that we made an oops somewhere, because heaven forbid, Julia Child make a mistake in the French cooking bible?! The menu consisted of Camembert crackers, potato cheese crackers, Beouf Bourguignon, and raspberry Bavarian cream, with a hint of some fantastic liqueur. Anna and myself convened at noon, went shopping, and started the dessert at 2, as per our intended plan. By the time everyone showed up at 7, everything was done, with only a couple minutes to sit down and feel proud of ourselves and our accomplishments. By the time we said our goodbyes, and divided up the remaining food, it was after 11. I think we did well by Julia, if I do say so myself.

And then the Sunday headache started... I have to admit that this isn't the first headache I've received on a Sunday afternoon - this one was just worse than some I've had and lasted well into Monday. My mom seems to think that it's stress induced, which it probably is.

Warning: Working in a toxic environment is bad for your health.

So, I stayed home yesterday and slept, watched some HBO television and baked/cooked. It was a sick/mental health day, and although I felt rather guilty until about 9 am, I quickly decided that it wasn't worth it to spend my whole day wondering what I was missing at work, and what people were thinking of me and and and...I also decided that I wasn't going to "should" all over myself - I should go to work, I should do laundry, I should vacuum...That type of thinking would have completely ruined my whole ME day. Needless to say, I had a wonderful day, and felt 38% better about coming to work today.

As an aside, the interview on Friday seemed to go alright, but I'm unsure about the whole thing. Better news still, I have another interview at another location on Thursday. I finally feel like the powers that be are starting to smile on me. That wasn't intended to rhythm, but hey, I kind of like it.