the year in review
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leighdb, I'm going to post the first relevant post more than anything else. And as I can be quite verbose, I'll just paste the first bit.
January
Last night was a fucking blast. Sarah came over with ice and some goodies and we settled into a 12-hour LotR marathon.
It was fabulous.
February
I had my one-on-one with my boss yesterday and it went very well. It was clear from what he said that they both want and intend to keep me on indefinitely, it's just a matter of figuring out how to do it. He said it was easier to extend contracts, but that establishing permanence was sometimes tricky. However, his boss, the head of our division, is already working on it. So that's nice. I refuse to get my hopes up until the ink is dry, but I have some solid optimism going on.
March
I've invited my parents to come visit at the end of this month and mid April. I'm looking forward to it, and am starting to plan activities I think they'll like. My mom will be coming up at the end of March, and Dad sometime in April. As I've rambled about before, they like to do different things, so I thought this way I could focus on doing stuff they liked to do independently, instead of boring/frustrating half of them each time we left the house. I dearly love my parents, but they make me realize that there are worse things than growing old alone. Was that harsh? I don't mean for it to be. It's just a sad reality.
April
Mom's here. Having a good time. Clenching my teeth through any gentle suggestions that I get married and produce children. Off to Public Market!
May
I really just want to stay up all night and re-read SIP. But I can't. I have to go to bed right this instant. But I really, really want to. Dying for the next issue, the long-awaited conclusion of the Molly & Poo trilogy.
I did, however, get an assload of editing done for work tonight. I do that so much better at home than at the office. I spent half the day at work trying to work through this one presentation. Granted, it was the toughest one, but oy, it took so freaking long. I got through two fairly quickly tonight at home.
June
1. I got my bridesmaid's dress. I look like a pastel-blue moose in it. I have to find an alternative--STAT. To quote Janeane Garafalo from Romy and Michelle: This dress exacerbates the genetic betrayal that is my body.
2. I forgot my fucking employee badge. Again! For like the 90000000000000000000000th fucking time. I had to buzz up to security to get into the parking garage, where the nice woman gave me much-deserved (if good-natured) shit for it. My goal was to skulk up the back stairs and hover by the entrance where people are always walking back and forth to the breakroom and get in. My mission was to NOT call Jeff (again) and plead for him to let me in. So who strides by? Jeff. Busted! And man, did he get his smirk on. He never forgets his badge. He is so Gallant to my Goofus. Meh.
July
1. When running late to work, it is not helpful to hide your keys. Putting them, for example, in your purse before you leave the house will only lead to frantic hunting and hyperventilation.
2. Audio CDs that have automatic browser-installing, video-installing crap on them are INFURIATING. I want to listen to the fucking CD. If I wish to have it dance the tarantella, I will inform it otherwise. Hiss.
3. I have a tummy ache.
4. I got to spend some time with the handsome lawyer upstairs. He makes me all a-flutter.
August
Not that I can sleep. And I can't help but think I'm insane to buy a condo before I accept a written offer for full-time, permanent employment and know what I'll actually be making vs what I think they might pay me.
September
The situation in New Orleans is so awful, it's hard to know what to even post about.
It felt so utterly surreal as I drove to work on this mild and sunny day. I've alternated between fixatedly reading the news and finding it unbearable to hear another word.
October
And um, how is it October? I know the passing of time continues to flummox me, but I mean, how? when? where? It was just FEBRUARY!
Sarah's birthday last night was fun! Everything worked out, and mad props to Firefly in Queen Anne for fabulous food and accommodating service. I think Sarah was just relieved that I didn't stand up and blare Happy Birthday TO YOUUUUUUUU at her in the restaurant, though we (and by we, I mean ME) were pretty loud. Après le diner, nous venons aller au cinema.
November
Me: Hyb, 'eesa.
My boss Lisa: Oh my GOD, you sound terrible!
Me: I bow. Ibn't it ribikulus?
Lisa: Well, you stay home and get better. Let me know if you need tomorrow off, too. Okay?
Me: Ank ooo.
December
God, I love my friends so damn much, I'm going to cry.
So I just called my wonderful friend Kelly. His family owns a paint store and I had asked him for some recommendations on painters, because I have such a short window of time and the painting just has to get done. So he sent me a list and when I called to thank him and ask his advice on a few things, he told me to hold off on calling the painters until Monday because he thinks that a small group of us can just get it done in a day and save me $1000-1500.
leighdb, I'm going to post the first relevant post more than anything else. And as I can be quite verbose, I'll just paste the first bit.January
Last night was a fucking blast. Sarah came over with ice and some goodies and we settled into a 12-hour LotR marathon.
It was fabulous.
February
I had my one-on-one with my boss yesterday and it went very well. It was clear from what he said that they both want and intend to keep me on indefinitely, it's just a matter of figuring out how to do it. He said it was easier to extend contracts, but that establishing permanence was sometimes tricky. However, his boss, the head of our division, is already working on it. So that's nice. I refuse to get my hopes up until the ink is dry, but I have some solid optimism going on.
March
I've invited my parents to come visit at the end of this month and mid April. I'm looking forward to it, and am starting to plan activities I think they'll like. My mom will be coming up at the end of March, and Dad sometime in April. As I've rambled about before, they like to do different things, so I thought this way I could focus on doing stuff they liked to do independently, instead of boring/frustrating half of them each time we left the house. I dearly love my parents, but they make me realize that there are worse things than growing old alone. Was that harsh? I don't mean for it to be. It's just a sad reality.
April
Mom's here. Having a good time. Clenching my teeth through any gentle suggestions that I get married and produce children. Off to Public Market!
May
I really just want to stay up all night and re-read SIP. But I can't. I have to go to bed right this instant. But I really, really want to. Dying for the next issue, the long-awaited conclusion of the Molly & Poo trilogy.
I did, however, get an assload of editing done for work tonight. I do that so much better at home than at the office. I spent half the day at work trying to work through this one presentation. Granted, it was the toughest one, but oy, it took so freaking long. I got through two fairly quickly tonight at home.
June
1. I got my bridesmaid's dress. I look like a pastel-blue moose in it. I have to find an alternative--STAT. To quote Janeane Garafalo from Romy and Michelle: This dress exacerbates the genetic betrayal that is my body.
2. I forgot my fucking employee badge. Again! For like the 90000000000000000000000th fucking time. I had to buzz up to security to get into the parking garage, where the nice woman gave me much-deserved (if good-natured) shit for it. My goal was to skulk up the back stairs and hover by the entrance where people are always walking back and forth to the breakroom and get in. My mission was to NOT call Jeff (again) and plead for him to let me in. So who strides by? Jeff. Busted! And man, did he get his smirk on. He never forgets his badge. He is so Gallant to my Goofus. Meh.
July
1. When running late to work, it is not helpful to hide your keys. Putting them, for example, in your purse before you leave the house will only lead to frantic hunting and hyperventilation.
2. Audio CDs that have automatic browser-installing, video-installing crap on them are INFURIATING. I want to listen to the fucking CD. If I wish to have it dance the tarantella, I will inform it otherwise. Hiss.
3. I have a tummy ache.
4. I got to spend some time with the handsome lawyer upstairs. He makes me all a-flutter.
August
Not that I can sleep. And I can't help but think I'm insane to buy a condo before I accept a written offer for full-time, permanent employment and know what I'll actually be making vs what I think they might pay me.
September
The situation in New Orleans is so awful, it's hard to know what to even post about.
It felt so utterly surreal as I drove to work on this mild and sunny day. I've alternated between fixatedly reading the news and finding it unbearable to hear another word.
October
And um, how is it October? I know the passing of time continues to flummox me, but I mean, how? when? where? It was just FEBRUARY!
Sarah's birthday last night was fun! Everything worked out, and mad props to Firefly in Queen Anne for fabulous food and accommodating service. I think Sarah was just relieved that I didn't stand up and blare Happy Birthday TO YOUUUUUUUU at her in the restaurant, though we (and by we, I mean ME) were pretty loud. Après le diner, nous venons aller au cinema.
November
Me: Hyb, 'eesa.
My boss Lisa: Oh my GOD, you sound terrible!
Me: I bow. Ibn't it ribikulus?
Lisa: Well, you stay home and get better. Let me know if you need tomorrow off, too. Okay?
Me: Ank ooo.
December
God, I love my friends so damn much, I'm going to cry.
So I just called my wonderful friend Kelly. His family owns a paint store and I had asked him for some recommendations on painters, because I have such a short window of time and the painting just has to get done. So he sent me a list and when I called to thank him and ask his advice on a few things, he told me to hold off on calling the painters until Monday because he thinks that a small group of us can just get it done in a day and save me $1000-1500.
