Ugh. These last couple of days have been Brutal with capital B.
I have literally walked every aisle, every row, sat in every seat, climbed every stair in my stadium.
I have had boob sweat, back sweat, ass-crack sweat, elbow sweat, head sweat, lip sweat and armpit sweat. I've been a sexy beast, let me tell you. Rooooooar!
My feet hurt. My ankles hurt. My knees hurt. My back hurts. My hips hurt. My neck hurts. My arms hurt. My head hurts.
I have eaten lunch at 4pm. I have missed eating lunch. My arms have been too tired to lift a fork to eat the lunch that I do have.
My hair has been in a ponytail every day
I have answered the most ridiculous questions from the most ridiculous people. I have worked with my favorite AFC team's staff. I have forged relationships with co-workers that I never ever thought I would. I have met some extremely important individuals (and shockingly I'm only stalking one of them
Tomorrow I will lose my parking lot and get to hoof it through the ice, wind, rain, and freezing cold temperatures for 6 blocks each way to my office. For the next two and a half weeks it'll get even worse than it might be right now with longer hours, bigger crowds of people, more stair climbing, sweatier body parts, demanding VIPs, and crotchety inconvenienced people.
But don't take any of this for complaining one bit. It will all be worth it when you are sitting in your comfortable homes, partying with your friends and family and watching the biggest game of the year. Just remember as you drink your beer and eat your chicken wings that those people that you are seeing rooting for their team are sitting in a seat that my ass sweat is dried onto . And remember as you are watching the Patriots beat either the Giants or the 49ers that I am probably pulling my hair out or running around like a mad woman
BECAUSE IF YOU HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT YET- MY STADIUM IS HOSTING THE SUPER BOWL IN 19 DAYS!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH, BITCHES!
Cuz that's how I roll.