So here I am 7:15 a.m. in my office. No one here but me. I usually leave extra early (6 a.m.) to "avoid" traffic. But as we all know that never happens. Traffic is always there. I'll hit that topic another time, I have a lot to say about the subject. So where was I? Right, I leave my house early to get to work early so I can leave early to avoid traffic. At least that's what I tell myself. I usually arrive around 7-7:30 a.m. and start my day.
I actually enjoy my job, the people are nice and it's a small privately owned company. Different than what my previous jobs were like. They're very laid back. We can wear jeans if we want (that is a great benefit!) and most importantly, they seem to take care of their employees very well. We buy Starbucks coffee, we get bagels every Monday and we get lunch purchased for us one to two times a week. It's actually a pretty nice deal when I think about it.
So I usually work until 4 p.m. and on nice days I'll take a little break and take a walk to...well wherever. Just to get out for a while...break up my day a bit. At 4 p.m. I leave and usually get home around 5:30-5:45 p.m. I do this 5 days a week. Crazy, huh? I spend on average 3 hours a day in traffic.
Once I get home, I usually brew myself some coffee and watch some t.v. I usually...well, I always watch BRAVO. I LOVE those ridiculous shows. Takes my mind off of my day and I get to watch millionaires attempt to find their true loves or housewives battle out who's husband said what to who. I don't know why, and my husband doesn't know why, but I love it.
Once I get enough of my "reality" t.v. I start thinking about what to cook. I honestly and truly do not like cooking. My husband on the other hand loves to cook, and he's great at it too. I mean, truly great. I guess some people are just naturals. They can put anything together with no recipe and whip up something delicious. But if I leave it up to him, we'll eat dinner at 10-11:00 p.m. He is, after all, Argentinean. So I either whip up something simple, my two favorites...milanesa or pasta with tomato sauce. Those are actually 2 of the 3 dishes I know how to make :) Strange for a woman who's parents are Italian, but there it is. I can cook, I just don't like it. And I can cook if I have a recipe next to me and someone assisting me. My "assistant" is usually Gonzalo's sister, Sofia. She's 14 and lives with us. Anyway, after cooking we eat, clean the kitchen and then I'm off to bed...this is usually around 9:00 p.m. And of course, I don't actually go to bed...I usually watch t.v. (more reality shows, of course) until 10:00 p.m. and then I go to sleep. Not too bad. I'm usually good at trying to go to bed early, because I just know waking up at 5:00 a.m. will not be fun if I don't get at least 6 hours in.
So that, in sum, is my life 5 days a week 52 weeks a year. Great, huh? Maybe not so much. I don't mind it sometimes...but every day? Really? I just feel like a major change is needed in our lives. We definitely need to live a little more...do something! But what?
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