There's this type of squat I do that kills me every time. And I am in pain!

With this new job, I've had to change my workout schedule again. In order to get to work on time, I've cut my workouts by half. *sigh*

Instead of 3 sets of 12, I'm doing 2 sets of 15. And cardio days is now half hour max of cardio with half as many ab exercises. Each stretch has gone from 30 seconds to about 15 - 20. *sniff*

On the other hand, I am going a bit more often. But I miss my hour and a half workouts. 50 minute workouts are for the birds! The birds, I say!

Life is going to get busy again (has it ever slowed down?) With the upcoming stagette weekdend, bridal shower that I am co-organising next weekend, and relatives coming, I am going out of my mind. I wonder if my "down-ness" is because I haven't had a real break for myself in months. 

Sometimes I wish I was living in a country that gave working people at least 4 weeks of paid vacation a year. 

One of the stupidest questions (and I don't like to think that any question is stupid) I've been asked to my face is, "do you speak English?" I was asked that when I arrived back in London at Gatwick. When I travel with Mr. Nick, I am never really sure if I am supposed to go up to the customs agents with him. We don't live at the same address, but we are traveling together. Sometimes they want us up there together, and sometimes they ask us why we're up there together. *shrug*

And then they usually ask if we're related. And if we're not, why we're traveling together. I need a script for this! Anyway, I usually let him do the talking. The English just assume I don't understand English anyway. Anyway, back to this one agent...I think it'd be pretty obvious if I spoke English or not once she started asking me more useful questions.

I'm not sure why she tried to trip me up, but she noticed I had visited London a couple of years ago. She asked me where I stayed, where I went, how long I was there. She didn't ask me anything about the current trip.

While I was ordering lunch for us at some cafe in Oxford, the doofus taking my order didn't hear me correctly. I asked for a baguette and a sandwich. When he asked me what kind of bread (white or brown) for the baguette, I told him white, and he wrote down white for both of them. Anyway, he for some reason he thought I wanted two baguettes and naturally assumed I wanted white for both. I asked him about the order he was taking for me. When I told him I wanted a white baguette and a brown sandwich, he proceeded to explain to me the difference between a baguette and a sandwich.

I wanted to punch him in the face.