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Feb. 28th, 2015 | 06:42 pm

Or maybe we'll get six more weeks of chowders.

We completed the marathon grocery trip on Wednesday evening. As I may or may not have mentioned previously, we drive to the suburbs once a month to buy as much food as possible, with interim shopping in between to restock dairy and produce that won't last that long. It had been probably 35 days since the last trip, so cupboards were epically bare. $360 later, we're back in business. Right now B is making vichyssoise from scratch, and we are not going to eat it cold because winter continues. I had a bagel and granola for breakfast, but am holding out on snacking because it smells amaaaazing.

Not a ton going on otherwise. I'm slightly less behind at work, and had a good broworker bonding conversation on Thursday with Luke and Jarrod about realistic workloads and the remuneration that comes with them. I think I might have surprised them with my bluntness, but the theory I've enacted is that I could in fact work 55 or so hours a week* when I get a paycheck that allows me to eat out most of the time, pay someone to clean my house and do my laundry, and take cabs to and from work every day. Since my paycheck isn't currently at that level, that level of work ain't happening.

The 45ish hours I did put in this week were nicely balanced out by going to the gym at 3 or 4, when it's mostly empty, and having solid workouts. I discovered that my coworker Emily P., who is on a team that is similarly workaholic-inclined, works out at that time, so clearly we can make this happen.

Thursday I met Andrew, Michael, and Michael at Nine. The Michaels just got engaged! I told them the Jason-Jason wedding was almost three years ago, and I'm overdue to attend another with husbands of the same name. Then Andrew and I went up to Wonderland for a brief while. Friday I went straight from work to Policy for happy hour with Blake, Jack, and friends. It was insanely crowded and I did not enjoy trying to push my way through the crowd carrying two bags, but such is city life. I also briefly saw Melisa there having a pre-dinner drink.

* Not every single week of the year, and with three solid weeks of real vacation annually. A number of challenging requirements to all line up together.

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from: rockingthemike
date: Mar. 2nd, 2015 04:12 am (UTC)

Since my paycheck isn't currently at that level, that level of work ain't happening.

basically where i'm at with my current job, but for decidedly different reasons*.

*you caught onto this notion a lot sooner than i did.

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from: silverthief2
date: Mar. 4th, 2015 01:40 am (UTC)

My mantra: I'm my most important guy. And no employer is going to change that.


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