why my sales career was short-lived and commissionless

I wouldn't say I'm a recluse, but pretty much the best thing that can happen to me is having a meeting cancelled.

I've had this meeting scheduled and cancelled twice now over the last two weeks. The first time she cancelled it was at 5 a.m. and I saw the email after I worked out (oh hell yeah) at 6 and I was SO EXCITED. It was like a snow day.

Then she cancelled this afternoon for tomorrow morning's meeting. I wasn't dreading it so much this time because I'd had to leave the house for another meeting earlier this week. It sort of broke the seal. But still, I was excited.

Each time the cancellation has allowed me to hit another deadline earlier, and without any evening work, so each cancellation is a little gift from the universe, or this lady.

It also gives me a chance to do something about my hair, which has been a bit stripey since my last attempt at doing something about my hair. Eventually, once I'm classy, I'll pay someone to stripe my hair for me, vertically instead of horizontally. I'll also pay someone to do something about my lady mustache. Seriously, how often are you supposed to wax? And who has the time to go have it done that often?

Also, I'm almost ashamed of this because it's so ridiculous. But after a week-10 days of this exercise crap, I'm almost starting to like it. Not while I'm doing it -- than I hate it like everyone except me hates snow and Charlie Sheen coverage. But I've found myself sort of looking forward to it and wondering if I could cheat and do cardio two days in a row. ??!

But before you get to proud of me, I should disclose that I'm actually gaining weight at an alarming pace since starting this workout routine. I'm sure it's pure muscle and by this summer I'll sink like a chimpanzee when I try to swim, I'll be in such awesome shape.