Oompa Loompa

I officially stank today. On my way home from class I’m always aware that I am drenched in sweat but I’ve never smelled particularly bad. I don’t know what it is but I tend to be odorless most of the time. It’s a blessing to be unscented really.

On the bus home though I was pretty sure that garbage smell was me and not the homeless man who got on the 6 Parnassus two stops after I did.

First order of business after stepping into my apartment was showering.

Second was calling a potential employer back.

Third was food.

Food really should have been the first order of business. I realized this when I felt dizzy in the shower. 4 hours awake, 2 of which had been spent in the hot box messing with my heart rate, I really should have eaten as soon as I got home. I make bad decisions all the time. It’s a wonder I’m still living.

2010 is in full swing as people recover and return to their normal lives after end of the year holiday madness. Monday was recovery day. People returned to jobs. I returned to the coffee shop to help ‘dia edit grad school essays and eat peanut butter. Tuesday I was back in the yoga studio and back on craigslist looking for jobs that didn’t exist. Today I am back in the yoga studio and eating falafel balls for breakfast. Today I am wondering what it will be like to be back to a normal life after 9 months of baking, reading, writing and staying up until 4AM.

I was basically offered the job.

It’s just part time until projects pick up.

I guess I’ll partially be back to a normal life.

A part of me wanted to throw a hissy fit over the fact that it wasn’t quite what I expected. I imagined shaking my fists in the air and throwing things around the room in a rage. I WANT A FULL TIME JOB AND I WANT IT NOW.

I only imagined though. I make for an awful hissy fit thrower. Last time I tried to throw a tantrum it was 2AM and I knew my roommate was asleep so I picked up soft things to throw around the room. I threw a blanket. It was completely unsatisfying.

One of the benefits of getting older is you’re too tired to make a stink when things don’t go the way you want them to. Or at least, I hope you are. If you’re over 30 and still acting like Veruca Salt, you’re fucked and I don’t want to know you.

I got upset for all of 4 minutes before deciding it would be ok. Food helped too.

Cookies. Cookies helped as well.

You can’t tell in this picture, but I’ve lost 5lbs. Two weeks back into the studio and this is what happens despite the non-stop eating bonanza. It’s quite amazing actually. I’m not going to complain although my body may want to after 2 classes in a row tonight.


2 Responses to “Oompa Loompa”

  1. 1 Rory January 7, 2010 at 5:55 pm

    I am still a little Miss Salt here.That saidI am glad for you on the job tip. Keep up the good work

  2. 2 J.R. LeMar January 10, 2010 at 12:46 am

    I know what you mean about the quiet tantrums. I once tried throwing pillows around my room in frustration, but it's just not the same.

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