Thursday, November 30, 2006

Head a 'splode

So the new job, right?

It's extremely strange to me to be in the corporate world. The last time I didn't work for a non-profit organization was also the last time I had a dress code, which was in high school. I worked for a department store. That was a completely different experience than this.

I have my own desk, and it is huge. I have a brand-new computer, and flat-screen monitor, and my own printer, and a work cell phone (I could have gotten a Razr, but I don't like them). Tomorrow I will ship out approximately $15,000 worth of computer parts for an RMA, and in turn, order about $20k more. And no one will bat an eye. I, I, have power. I make things happen. I make things happen quickly.

The budget is a concern, and everyone wants to make sure that the company stays in a good place, but money, really, is not an object. We need it for the business? Great, order it. No months of justifying even minor expenses. No wrangling for non-existent funds. No dealing with half-broken, jimmied equipment that's worse than the stuff I buy for personal use - no more working from home because my laptop is better and more reliable than any computer in the organization.

It's craziness. I still walk around a little bit dazed sometimes at work, when I realize that I'm doing half the work (if that) for twice as much money. That's what kills me the most. The easy, easy crap I'm doing right now is worth, in this society, twice as much as the vital and brutal work I was doing with kids just a few weeks ago. How fucked up is that?

I'd say that I don't know what to do about it, but I do. I, of course, am the Woman with a Plan. I am going to work that bitch for every fucking dime that I can, and sock away money like there's no tomorrow, to finance my next foray into the undervalued and overworked field of social work, so that maybe people who actually do important stuff get paid for it.

And save some children too, you know.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

alive with the glory

Two quick things before it's off to work -

1. I am proud of myself that I managed to have breakfast at home before going to work.

2. I want the sex so much right now - and pretty much all the time. Thanks body, maybe you could be a little bit more distracting? Greaaat.

Jay is highly entertained by the latter, but either unable or unwilling to do anything about it. He and I are not friends.

Monday, November 27, 2006

back to reality

Got back from my trip last night - after being gone for the better part of the week - to find an email from Joseph. Haven't heard from him for a while, so it wasn't entirely surprising. Apparently woman and child are gone until a week from yesterday, so he wants some attention.

He was online, so we talked a bit, then he called me. All I could think of was that annoying-ass song, "Lips of an Angel". It was bad because I hate the song, but it so perfectly describes him that I almost have to laugh.

Like most of the men in my life, he seems much more sure of his feelings for, well, everything, than I ever have.

I was falling asleep, so when he called, I was already curled up in bed. I probably shouldn't have answered, but I did, and we talked for maybe twenty minutes. He didn't flirt with me (much); for the most part we talked about very mundane things. It was okay, but nothing entirely special.

The thing that I keep coming back to is that this weekend, it wasn't him that I missed. I know that he'll be sticking around for a long time, and he'll probably move into the kind of role in my life that he wants, but this is not that time. And like I said, it wasn't his name on my lips as I woke up this weekend.

He wants to call me again tonight. I didn't tell him that Jay is coming over; we're supposed to do dinner and a movie. I think I'll pass on both; I'm exhausted and sore from the weekend and skiing - but neither am I going to answer Joseph when he calls.

Monday, November 20, 2006


Things that have happened in the past 2+ weeks (jesus fuck!)

Wisdom teeth out: successfully. I ate solid food that night. Jay was unspeakably jealous, as he was a chipmunk for the weekend he got his done a few years ago. I wound up with a bruise on my jaw that looked like someone socked me. It was pretty rockin'. Definitely enjoyed having the week off of work for it, though, especially on Friday night with the vicodins. Quality medication. I literally sat on my couch watching tv with nary a thought in my head. It was so quiet.

I also dropped an unspeakable sum of money on new clothes, because I was freaking out that my new job had a dress code that more or less forbade jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts. Every time I turned around, I was buying new slacks, shirts, sweaters, you name it. I'm doing okay with the wardrobe - especially since my boss said that jeans are fine, just no looking like a completely schmuck with t-shirts and sneakers and holes and shit - and now I need shoes. Shoes are a bit harder, because there are not nearly as many places where I can buy them in person. Dammit.

Left the old job and started the new one last week. That went well; my first two days of work I sat around doing more or less nothing and getting paid a ridiculously large sum of money for it. I know it's rude to talk about money, but it's my blog, so fuck you, and seriously? I am getting paid a ridiculously large sum of money for this job. I'm making more money than my mother. I'm making more money than Jay. I'm making more money than just about all of my friends, except for maybe the one that's working for a huge pharmaceutical company. I can't quite wrap my head around it. I am, however, determined to enjoy it.

I'm also an ass, and forgot not only Hannah's birthday (Happy belated, dear), but also my little sister's. Clearly, I am so fucking awesome there are no words.

And finally, I went to the grocery store tonight to pick up some things, because I'm spending Thanksgiving with Elizabeth's family, and I needed chocolate chips desperately. So while I'm there, I browse, which I always do, which was a particularly bad idea because it was stupid busy and I really hate people. I looked good though, in some of the aforementioned new clothes. I digress. I couldn't find three things I wanted, which pissed me off. Seriously people, tapioca? Come on. But I did wander down the dairy aisle, when what should appear but egg nog.

Now, I love the nog. This is my favorite time of year, and not just because of the snow, okay? And since it's a few days before Thanksgiving, they can be forgiven for getting the nog season started a bit early. So I'm looking at egg nog and thinking, you know, do I really want to buy this? (hell yes) when what should I see but this interesting orange container marked "Pumpkin Egg Nog". I'm thinking to myself, I don't know how I feel about that. But who cares it's only a few bucks, what the hell. If it sucks it sucks.

Oh. my. GAWD. It is liquid pumpkin pie, complete with crust and whipped cream. It is better than sex, and I do not say that lightly. I am clearly going to be THE fattest bitch EVER after this holiday season, because sweet jesus, I am contacting the nurse at work tomorrow and setting up an IV of this stuff. Holy god, it is that good. I am making Jay stop and bring me some when he stops by tonight, because clearly the quart I bought is not even close to enough.

Definitely my new favorite thing, possibly ever.

And in between I have been cranky and bitchy and not really having sex much. I'm on new BC and it made me spot all month which pissed me off. And I had to make some expensive repairs to my car, which irritated me. And I love the fact that I have a new job. It still has that new job smell to it. Delicious.

I won't update over the weekend; I'll be out of state and out of internet access, so Happy Thanksgiving to you all, and I hope it's a wonderful holiday for everyone.

Thursday, November 02, 2006


He's coming over a day early! He's coming over a day early!

So that he can drive my ass to get my damn wisdom teeth taken out.

Isn't that sweet. He's taking the day off of work to take me somewhere where they can put me through lots of pain, and I can be a drooling swollen incoherent mess.

Why the hell he doesn't just do it himself is beyond me.

So I will be spending the weekend ridiculously high on goofballs, and maybe painting my dining room chairs, because next weekend I am hosting a small soiree of bitchy people, and I need the chairs done so people can sit and bitch on them.

In the meantime, it's off to fill out paperwork for the new job. Hooray!

PS Firefox 2.0 is slightly wonky in strange ways and it doesn't allow me to use my favorite extension ever, TabMixPlus. This irritates me no end.