Have I mentioned that I spent the first 10 years of my working life as a waitress? I’m sure everyone has taken their turn in a not-so-luxurious industry at some point in their life…whether it was scooping ice cream, serving up microwaved burgers, or waiting tables. Given my personality and my oh so black and white reality…I took the whole side job thing to the next level. In fact, after I finished graduate school I actually debated taking a job in the resort industry instead of persuing a career in environmental science/education. For real. I almost flushed away 6 years of education for a lifetime of cocktail parties and wedding receptions. It wasn’t just that I LOVED waiting tables (i really didn’t at all), but the lifestyle had sucked me in. I even married an executive chef from the very first restaurant I worked at. We only worked together for a few years, and then I moved on to a nearby Yacht Club where I spent seven years of Saturday nights and every stinkin holiday. It was a private club where the ass kissing reach new heights on a daily basis. The building that housed the restaurant that I worked in was actually designed by a housing developer. Anyone who knows anything about restaurants knows that houses and restaurants have very little in common. The result- horrific. No service areas, no efficiency, terrible traffic flow, and zero storage. Hence, the Overwhelming Room. There was one room that got carved out of the basement of the restaurant where all things that weren’t currently in use went to die. It was horrendous. It was packed floor to ceiling with plastic forks, buffet decorations, center pieces, napkins, kids cups, table skirts, and much, much more. The walls had built in shelves that went all the way to the 20′ tall ceilings. I spent more time climbing like a monkey in that room that I’d care to admit. No matter how good your day was, or how relaxed you were feeling….it only took about 4 seconds in the OR for straight up panic to set it. I learned to avoid it at all costs, dispatching underlings to fetch things from the OR whenever possible.
It’s amazing how these sorts of memories/experiences come back to haunt you later in life. With everything that’s going on lately, I feel like my life has morphed into a bit of an overwhelming room. My house is bursting with all things wedding. I feel like I could eliminate half of what I own, and I still wouldn’t have room for everything that we have laying around right now. There are cases of pop, jewelry, shrapnel from the invitation project from hell, shoes, guest book, shower gifts, oh my! The fact that it’s only going get worse as July 30th draws nearer and that I have to host the rehearsal dinner at my house the night before the wedding is enough to make me want to hide in the panic room….if I had one. I know I’ll get through it and somehow it will all come together, but I have no idea how. I’m sure my climbing skills that I honed in the OR will definitely be coming into play again though!
To go along with my crazy hectic life….is a crazy new lifting schedule. I’m in the gym 5 nights a week now instead of my usual 4, and the workouts have been brutal. I’m even more worthless on weeknights than normal. The upside is that they have actually been going pretty well. It’s amazing what I can do with a few extra pounds on me ; ) There’s a bit more volume involved than I’d like, but I’ll get through it. Tonight is my easier squat night, not to be confused with my hard squat day on Friday. I was in the gym for a solid 90 minutes last Friday night….and I wanted to die. It was probably one of the most killer workouts I’ve ever done. It went a little something like this: 13×5 at about 65%, 3×12 front squats at at 55%, and then 115 back squat at 135 pounds. I wanted to die. My legs were like Jello and my back was having trouble holding up the weight of my torso by the end of it. Can’t wait to do it again this week!!