My promotion was less horrific today than it was the first day. In fact, it's gotten a little less horrific each day. If this trend continues, in a few short months I'll be due for the greatest day of my life.
The promotion has mostly involved getting up earlier than usual and spending all day putting out fires. Not actual flames. Just "I am lost and helpless and you are the last great hope of mankind" flames. It's unfortunate when the last great stronghold against the downfall of mankind is a chick who only started the job Monday. But whatever. That's what I like to call "Someone else's problem."
Every night this week I've come home and told my husband I was going to bed early. Then I stayed up watching television. Last night, I felt obligated to finish The Closer. She had some mysterious medical problem she said was a cold. It involved dizziness, nausea and a fever. My guess was pregnancy except since when does that give you a fever? I'd like to say I'll go to bed early tonight. But I know Big Brother's on tonight and I'm going to need to find out who wins Head of Household. Right after I watch Kail get voted out.