So here I am at work, Somewhere in between having a Calgon take me away moment and the part where Jerry Maguire packs up his desk moment (Great movie I might add).

Yesterday I was told by a fellow coworker that my cubicle looks like a teenager’s bedroom.

Admit it; most of us cannot wait for the weekend and the chance to wear our five inch stilettos, thong, and micro-mini.

My official statement is that I work full time in the Unemployment Industry.

Friends and family live vicariously through me and I never have the heart to explain to them that 85% of my time is spent in a cubicle answering the phone for a man who still references to his Jewish ex girlfriend he dated when he was in his twenties, when I tell him I have Passover dinner to cook.

Many readers ask how we can afford to travel the world and write about it. It is time to tell.

But if I can’t give you stories of zany coworkers (got none) and bustling workplaces (just my couch), then at the very least I thought I could tell you what I’ve been eating recently.

haven’t changed out of my pajamas yet this morning, so not sure if this experiment is off to a fantastic start.