Mushy Brain and Male Housewives.

It's been three days of work and every day, after I've left for the afternoon, my mind shuts down and I get extremely tired (except for these brief 15 seconds from last night where something strange came over me).

Apparently I'm not used to using my brain so much. It's crazy how tired you can get just from new mental stimulation. I'm hoping this isn't a forever thing and I'll level out in a week or two.

Anyway, suffice it to say, blogging has taken a bit of a back-burner this week for me. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to manage the two going forward. At my last job, I just blogged at work most of the time. Why? Because well, I just didn't really care and it seemed no one else did either.
But here? I certainly can't do that. Nor do I want to! I'm actually liking what I'm doing and definitely want to make a good impression. So then I'm left to try and whip something up, mind a mush, in the late afternoon hours...

(Hence what I'm doing right now. Oh, hey there.)

Speaking of work, don't you just hate being the "new girl?"

 Or man.

I'm sure being the "new man" is just as tough.

I'm really not too fond of this part of the job. I sit at my desk, working hard on this project or that project, and every now then, I'll hear some other girls talk about their weekend or talk about so and so in the office, or whisper about something then laugh heartily, and then I feel just a tad bit lonely and left out. But, I mean, it's to be expected. This happens with every new job. I know that in due time it will change and I'll get to know them better and perhaps even become friends.

But until then, I'm just the new girl that walked to lunch all by herself today. Allllllll alone. And ate her California Rolls and fruit cup alllllll alone.
(Boo hoo, right? Get over it, Michelle.)

(P.S. I warned you I didn't have good blogging material.)

Oh, but I WILL take the time to say just how great of a housewife The Dizzle has been. Seriously. While I'm away, making the bacon, The Dizzle is home cooking it. Or cleaning it. Or painting it. Or making the bed with it.

You get my drift.

Having dinner ready with a fresh glass of wine waiting for me when I walk in the door? Say whaaat? Is this 2013 or what?! Kiiiiiiind of really loving it. All we need now is just one of these uniforms and we'll be golden.

HA! Totally kidding. Please don't wear that, V Dizzle. I beg of you.

Welp, that concludes this fantastic piece I've written.

Conclusion?

Work = Good.
Me = Tired.
The Dizz = Amazing. Wonderful. Sexy. NOT getting a Chippendales uniform.

xoxo

P.S. Have you seen my Facebook page yet? No? Well you should.