As with anything in life, there are good things and bad things about any given situation. I like my job, a lot. At least, I like the MAIN part of my job. The trouble is, I work for an expanded business, and business is mostly about developing relationships. For the most part, my job is to ensure the relationships are honest and fruitful. I like that part of the job. What I also have to do is meet people, get to know people, and connect with people. Now, there's nothing wrong with that. I like meeting people, getting to know people and connecting with people. The problem, sometimes I'm forced to meet, get to know and connect with people that I don't really like. For the most part it's not really a problem. And for the most part, even when I'm not happy meeting someone, it's as much to do with that I'd rather be doing something else, and nothing to do with the people themselves. Between my work and Thomas's work I've been to SEVEN Christmas parties. Seven Christmas parties might sound great: open bars, big dinners (not as much as in previous years, even in Calgary) and lots going on. And that is great. But it's a lot more time on my feet than I'd like. Less time watching hockey, or just at home with my feet up and the TV on. It's part of the job, and I'm not expecting sympathy that I HAD to go to seven nice parties. Just needed to vent a little bit: 546 pounds isn't built for the party life! PS, that's right, had a doctor's appointment and couldn't avoid the scale any more. 546 pounds. Sorry mom...

I've been to 7 parties myself --but at 360 I can stand all day no problem. You just someone to run and fetch your treats for you! Park yourself on the sofa and relax and let the world revolve around you!