Since I’ve been in Chicago for over a month now, I’ll take you along on a normal day for me! So I’ll take you back to Monday (even though no one wants to do that on a Friday!)
5:35 a.m.: Ben’s first alarm goes off, I pretend it’s lying
5:45 a.m.: Ben tells me it’s 5:45 and I need to get up. I look at him like he’s the devil, then remember I love him and it’s not his fault it’s Monday
5:55 a.m.: Throw on workout clothes, leave Ben’s apartment (I packed a bag) and walk the few blocks to my car
6:45 a.m.: Arrive at work, walk to the gym across the campus (it’s a HUGE company)
7:30 a.m.: Finish first day of Ben’s program, foam roll quads that are still beaten up from squats on Saturday, get ready for work, pick up a diet Mountain Dew (don’t judge me) from the convenience store
8 – 10 a.m.: Get to my desk, make food, log on, check emails, do work, talk to co-workers
, bang head against desk, accidentally type in the wrong blog URL for my blog into Chrome and get a security notification that I was blocked from a porn site. Commence panic attack and fear of losing job for typo. Text boyfriend who (as always) puts life into perspective and basically tells me to calm the eff down. Roll eyes at self.
10:30 -11:30 a.m.: Leave work for early lunch (I have a noon meeting). Head to Target to pick up prescriptions, then to Chipotle for lunch
12 -12:30 p.m.: Meeting with partner and creative team on mailer project, write up recap notes, cancel meeting for 3 p.m.
12:30-3 p.m.: Back and forth with partner on questions for content calendar. Watch more training videos while waiting for feedback (I swear, this company has over a million training courses I’m supposed to listen to) This current one? Basically a video game about compliance. Like … why. Emailed back and forth with partner who thought I overheard her talking crap about one of our projects (no offense taken even if I had heard because I agreed with her lollll), noticed that I had three meetings in the afternoon that were all canceled …
3 p.m.: Get an email from our mail room that I received flowers, so my coworker and I walked down to get them. The card wasn’t signed, so I texted everyone I knew that could be the mastermind behind it (AKA my mother or Ben). Mom says no … Ben doesn’t respond … so I make up stories about a random secret admirerrrrrrr…
… and then Ben texts me that it was him. 🙂
I’m totally going to be that girl that posts pictures of flowers from her boyfriend on Valentines Day because I’ve never gotten to be the girl that posts pictures of flowers from her boyfriend on Valentines Day. 😍 — Happy “first interaction” day to my main squeeze @benfritzfit – who woulda thought a “like” on Instagram one year ago today would lead to this. 😘 — Bet you’re regretting that like now … 😉
Bang head against desk
5 p.m.: Leave work, drive to Whole Foods to pick up a gift card for Teressa, drive back to the city
6:30 p.m.: Start making dinner and meal prepping before I’m assaulted
7:30 p.m.: Thankfully Teressa brought me over some ice, then Ben came to make sure I was okay. The huge egg on my forehead was spectacular, but thankfully no blood!
8 – Midnight: I had all of these intentions to go work on blog stuff at Starbucks, but the almost cookie butter concussion made that impossible. I mostly sat on the couch, icing my forehead all night and hanging out with Ben.
And that’s a typical day in the life with me … including the injury. 😉
What’s a day in the life look like for you?