The Skinny on Me

Another day, another blog. Two for two, now isn’t that something to be proud of? 

Today, during my team meeting, we talked about the new intern we are adding to the mix. He, apparently, is quite adept at social media. Which is great, except that’s what I want to do. 

I’m a bit bummed out about this. I’ve mentioned my interest in it before, and I always jump at the chance to recommend things. I feel like I keep trying, only to show little for it. Looking back, though, i’m not sure I’ve ever even asked. 

Monday, I’m changing that. I’m going to walk up to my boss and tell her I’d like to help out with more social media projects. 

Here’s what I think I’ll say:

J, I want to talk to you about expanding my responsibilities. I realize we’re getting an intern with social media experience, but I also have a background in SM and would really like to help out [the social media girl], even if it’s just for a client or two. 

Is that aggressive enough? Maybe I should say:

J, screw the intern and [the social media girl]. I’m taking over social media, biotch. 

JK. 

In others news (though sticking to today’s theme), I’m planning on showing my fat ass (said completely out of love…) who’s boss yet again today. Half-Marathon training Week 1, Day 5, all 3 miles of it, is happening. (Yes, I skipped ahead a couple days). 

My plan:

Yesterday’s running pattern of 5/3/8/3 worked pretty well. Though my pace wasn’t stellar, I was also pretty much cramp/shin splints free. So I’ll give it a go again. I don’t want to push myself too hard before tomorrow’s big run (5-6  miles!). 

** I do realize that just a few posts ago, I was griping about my job. To be clear, it has it’s ups and downs. Mostly, the pay and benefits suck. Oh, and the commute. But after switching to taking the train, it’s become a lot better. I still have my moments where I question what on Earth I’m doing. And I still have my moments where I all I want to do is head the opposite direction, but I genuinely like the people I work with. I feel like that’s rare. And I really, really, really want to start doing more social media work. 

*** Yes, I pre-wrote this post, and yes, I DID go for that run! 

Dear Lauren [me]:

It’s time to let the cat out of the bag and face the facts: You’re not happy. You know what I am talking about too — the heavy, dark emotions that are always hovering, no matter how much you try to suppress them. 

Fact #2: Rather than facing them head on, you’re increasingly using food and alcohol to bury them. You turn to beer, mixed drinks and shots to make you feel better, even though you know you a) don’t really want it and b) definitely don’t need it. You’re forging down a dangerous path, and it’s no good. 

The truth is, alcohol may make you feel better, more outgoing, pretty, but in truth, you can obtain all of those feelings, and more, with something else, something better. 

What, you ask? You can finally feel pretty, happy, outgoing (I could go on and on and on) by taking control of your life. It’s your life, so live it. Make the most of it. Do the things you want to do; be the girl you want to be. 

It’s time to stop letting life pass you by, because before you know it, it’ll be gone. In other words, get off your lazy, stubborn behind and start one pound at a time. If you want it bad enough, you can do it. 

XOXO 

— Your Wake-Up Call