I like big butts and I can not lie.

I’m exhausted. We got absolutely slammed today. We discovered that after twenty minutes, orders disappear off the screen and you can’t recall them. That’s mildly retarded. I don’t think it would have taken so long if orders didn’t keep DISAPPEARING. We didn’t get a reprieve all day. Normally we get at least five minutes to rotate out food and otherwise clean shit up. Nope. I think if it weren’t for Esiquia dropping food, we would have run out.

I should be sore tomorrow. But not from that. Hit the gym this morning. I can’t maintain frequency for Hypertrophy II, so I’ve decided to switch to a full-body routine.

Pair A (90 sec)
BB Bench: 5, 5, 4, 4, 3 @ 115 lbs
DB Row: 5×5 @ 65 lbs (Repeat for better form.)

Straight Sets (90 sec)
BB Front Squat: 5, 5, 5, 5, 2 @ 115 lbs

Pair B (60 sec)
DB Shoulder Press: 10, 10, 10, 8 @ 25 lbs
Wide-grip Lat Pull: 4×10 @ 100 lbs (Increase weight.)

Straight Sets (60 sec)
DB Step-up: 10, 10, 8, 7 @ 15 lbs

Swiss-ball Crunch: 3×12 @ 25 lbs

Got this one off of T-nation. I like it because it reminds me of some of my first workouts. Also, the recommended frequency is five times a week. Basically, I’ll go when I can. And if I can’t, it is no loss. I may want to shorten the rest periods for the 5×5, we’ll see. My wrists hurt like fuck after front squats. I haven’t done that in MONTHS. I decided to lower the weight and front squat what I can bench. It made sense. And man, my time away from squatting showed.

I can’t overeat. I just. It’s not time. I won’t undereat, but. Meh.

Let’s see…

Another new girl this weekend. I got to train her in drive-thru yesterday. Makes me feel responsible. I’m due to be a trainer in a few weeks. In a way, it feels like redemption. It doesn’t feel like it, but I’ve been here for almost 7 months now. I was due to be a trainer at Panera right before I was fired. I even had taken all the tests. Aside from a minor raise, I’m looking forward to wearing all black.

Hrm. I’m not sure what to say. Emotionally, I feel okay. Yeah. I feel okay.

I took a hot bath when I came home. I feel good. I’m still naked. I’m still quite awake. I should eat something before I sleep. Sleep. Mmm, sleep.

Oh. My assistant manager finally got me my T-Bone nametag. I have no idea why he decided to nickname me that. He’s a weirdo. He nicknamed Travis “Rabbit”. I have a hunch it is because he wants to shoot him.

EEEk. I just tried to stand up and I noticed my quads are sore. I knew it. I can feel a little in my hamstrings and glutes, as well.

Got a second burn in three days. One on my left arm isn’t so bad, got that from the corner of the grill. Not the new grill, the old grill. Burn on my right arm? From the thing that goes into the steamer. I knocked it and in an attempt to keep it from falling, I used MY FLESH. It looks like it is blistering, but otherwise looks okay.

I’m not writing as much. I’m torn between not knowing what to say or write, and wanting to document little things so I can remember them.