My boss NEVER asks me anything personal. I mean not even so much as, “how was your weekend?” NEVER. Today he asked me how my workout was (which I blew off because I’m not feeling well) & he asked about the competition prep (which is off for now; next April might be another story). Anyway, I have only told ONE person in this office. When I told that person my boss was on leave & there was no one else in the office. It seems someone has been talking about me. I don’t know if I am comfortable with the idea that he won’t talk to me but yet will talk about me. It struck me as strange. Needless to say I won’t be talking to that person again.
Since moving over here I’ve been very careful about how much personal shit I reveal. I am only 1 or 5 women in a unit of 137. I am not particularly interested in being friends with any of them. Two are very much the “bull dyke,” type. I shouldn’t say that but I can’t help it. They are very masculine & if I had not ever seen them in shorts & t-shirts I would believe they are men. In uniform—they look like men. One is just really, really young. The other remains to herself, too. I am inclined to believe she is shy but she might also be a snotty bitch. lol
I have been beaten down by a summer cold. I have been thinking about what Wendy said about the wonky aches & pains that “warn” her that she is getting sick & my trap pain. Even though this has been the worst it has ever been I do recall that the last time I was sick I thought, “WTF? Do I have meningitis or what?” Even though I knew I didn’t; it was a moment of, “I don’t feel good,” melodrama. lol I am going to have to say that Wendy is probably on to something in her assessment that my trap pain might be an indicator of impending illness. I won’t ignore it in the future.
I haven’t worked out in a week & now I’m having trouble even thinking about getting back to the gym. Not really. I will get back at it tomorrow. I’m looking at this time off as a recovery time. I’ve been doing a reefed. Eating mostly clean but more carbs than I normally do. Yeah, good Italian bread! I haven’t gained any weight. Thank god(dess).