Finally made myself to the gym yesterday. Endured 35 minutes out of 60. It was a heavy workout… aerobic plus power exercise without any chance to take a breath. Crawled out of the gym by touch with shame to the coach, but felt myself like a superwoman as I actually got there anyway.

I know exactly that every person in the world has his own taste. And if your job involves even tinny-tiny piece of art and imagination – do not even think of showing your boss just the finished work. I include in that list preparing documents, presentations, calculations… Actually this applies to all types of work. You should consult with boss minimum twice just before the finish to check if he is ok with beige, dotted lines and that flower in the upper left corner of the document. Otherwise you`ll explode with anger every time when you have to redo your work all over again. Do not say I didn`t warn.
My colleague thinks otherwise. Oh. She is very responsible. And she is on a position that is higher than mine. So she is convinced she has no right to show her boss drafts (how stupid it is!)
Do you see the problem? Yep, neither do I, it is her very own difficulties, but there is a big fat «but» – currently we are working in a team on one project and we have deadline next week so just trust me – we are going to redo the document the night before deadline.
I warned her

I made a strong decision to stop my one-glass-of-vine-in-the-evening tradition that had been lasted for 1.5 months, and exclude chocolate, cookies and other trash food from my diet.
I endured 4 days.
Like all the idiotic ideas a thought that it would be nice to cook cookies for my colleagues came to my mind when I stuck in a bad traffic – on the 5th day. Actually it is David who buys sweets for our Department, but he is on a vacation now, so…
You know.. cooking requires a glass of vine just for the mood. And as a constant companion of Bordeaux de France there has to be those slices of Kinder chocolate… And you can`t bring the cookies if you`re not sure whether they`re edible or not…
I had two big stop signs! First: I cut my finger with the piece of that stuff around the neck of the bottle (do not drink it!),then I burned my hand with the pan (do not eat cookies!). Nice try, Ms Universe!..
I didn`t make it to the office.
I remember more dramatic sign, which told me ‘do not go to that date!’, that one I regret I didn’t take seriously.
And Still I can’t understand how do you not believe in karma, signs, etc.