Upon further reflection, I believe the real reason for the sudden interest in my health, appearance and vitality has more to do with the fact that my career has taken a nosedive than Re-Boyfriend’s absence.

Perky’s victory in the Battle of Who Is More Important Between the Two of Us was long suspected. (Despite her blistering New York accent, which one would think to be AT LEAST a handicap.) It was confirmed today when I brought lunch into a meeting she was actually attending. (And then dropped the paper plates. And subsequently had to pick them up. With everyone watching.)

My days are now generally spent doing bitchwork and talking to the office slacker, who has watched Zoolander and Wedding Crashers more times than me.

Fortunately, I have no desire to have my boss’ job, an indication that throwing Perky out of the way to race along the career path would probably not have been all that satisfying anyway.

Unfortunately, this is the career path I am on, and so it is a bit disheartening to be head-butted off the road.

For lack of any real progress in the office (or any real progress for which I can actually take credit as opposed to having my words repeated and mangled by Boss in company wide meetings), I have turned my restless eye to health and well-being. Everyone needs a project.

I sense this one will not last, especially since I ate a large oatmeal cookie, a package of Snackwell’s cream cookies and a bag of M&Ms for lunch. And I just agreed to go for drinks after work with the aforementioned slacker co-worker.

New project: Update my resume. Though I do not get the feeling that being a twenty-something in the workforce is much fun anywhere, I am confident that I could find a job of equal misery that would give me considerably more money. Then I could be miserable with a closet full of cute shoes and Marc by Marc Jacobs clothing. Which is not real misery at all.