So… that was Monday.

I’m back in the world of a waking up early, wearing a suit, working all day and going to happy hour. I love a steady paycheck and health insurance. I hate the florescent lighting and waking up early and wearing a suit and working all day.

I’ve been there long enough now that my co-workers are comfortable telling me how they really feel and I’m comfortable enough to make them feel that way, apparently. 

Monday’s are tough. Wednesday’s are tough. Friday’s are tough. I can deal with Tuesday and Thursday, but that’s about it. 

I’ve also realized that I don’t seem to get sick unless I’m working in an office all day, so it’s all really just an evil cycle. Funny how that works. 

When my 9am-5pm working world suddenly changed into a 5pm-3am world, I learned two important lessons…

I never again want to spend my days in a 9-5 suit&tie career working for someone else’s dream. I also learned that I don’t want to spend many more nocturnal nights around drunkster’s. My goal lately has been to find a happy medium between the two lifestyles. 

I do a lot of yoga… a lot meaning 4ish times a week so I decided that I might as well get certified to teach and get paid for all this stretching.  I have to have a certain amount of practicing hours before I’m official… basically, it’s about a million. 

Borrowing Jay Z’s “impossible takes a week” attitude, I’m trying to get this done ASAP. I’ve done 9 hours this week, it’s Tuesday.

Icy Hot is my new best friend, I’m basically bathing in the stuff and hoping nobody notices that I have this minty odor omitting from my pores.