A bitch-and-moan session

This week was probably my most stressful out here yet. It must have been or else why would I have eaten a whole pint of Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough icecream??? Granted, it WAS lowfat, but you can already see it in my thighs.

Usually when I am super stressed, I don't eat, I get IBS, and lose a ton of weight. That's what happened when I first came out here. Of course, that's not healthy, so I'm definitely not asking for that!

Balance...that's what I need. But it's so damn hard when you travel across three time zones twice a week and live in hotels four nights a week. Whoever said traveling for work was fun is crazy.

I can't bitch about any of this to my boss because I have to put on the "polished front" but this job really sucks. I am managing two very difficult women (although one will be leaving very soon) and the office has been neglected for so long (many, many years) that every day I uncover a new blaze (not fire, I'm talking a full-on blaze) that needs to be dealt with.

They are taking their sweet time in finding me a replacement so I can get back to my life. I feel totally taken advantage of, in that my life has been totally uprooted and for what, a measly 10% pay increase and some FF miles? The woman I manage (who was demoted and the reason I am out there) makes $11,000 more than I am making right now and I am managing her sorry ass.

Where is the justice in that???

Okay, I'm done bitching. I just hope that my boss' boss really knows what all I am giving up, as he is making raise decisions right now. I mean, how can you try to make a baby with your husband when you are in separate states???

But I digress...must go catch a plane home.