It turns out that when you remove the cotton ball and hospital tape from your arm, to find that there's no bumps, no puss, no redness, no swelling, not much of *anything* to be precise... that you do NOT have tuberculosis!
w00t! Guess that means I still have a job.
Well *gasp* I'm not working downtown anymore. There's a few topics that are generally off limits for me on this blog, work being one of them (it is up to you to figure out the rest).
Generally off limits, I said.
Perk #1 of the new job: no one is driving OUT of downtown in the mornings. For that matter, no one is driving IN to downtown in the evenings. Smooth sailing baby. I make it to work in 15 minutes flat.
Perk #2 of the new job: fast food no longer sticks its sharp, greasy, horribly unhealthy fangs in to my appetite every waking moment. I think I might've already lost 5 lbs. from the state of sheer SHOCK my body is currently (AT THIS VERY MOMENT) experiencing. Healthy baby. Soooo healthy. I now have a reason to use my tupperware, a phrase I had not hoped to hear from my lips until way-hay-hay in the future when I have kids. This is another good reason to utter those words though.
Perk #3 of the new job: downtown is no longer a point of "work", thus making it my place of PLAY! That's all. Just. Play. Last night I purchased a few of my faaaaaavorite graphic design magazines, wandered to a few of my favorite shops where everyone knew my name, and then went to a restaurant where I had my favorite hot tea and read said magazines. Wow. I am one lucky bizzatch.
Perk #4 of the new job: my computer is KICK ASS! Other than the fact they've removed all admin rights from the damn thing, it seems like it would be pretty powerful. Eff'ing network admins. Well, they haven't met *me* yet. How does that old saying go again???? "What Margaret wants..."
Perk #5 of the new job: driving to work gives me a reason to shop for a new car. The olds has been so wonderful to me, however, its time is nearing the end. Unperk #5 is having to deal with the god damned, horrible, blood-sucking a-holes that are car salesman. How *do* they sleep at night? Really?
I miss my friends though. Booooo. I wish I could at least meet them for regular lunches or something! Oooooh, did I mention to you guys that I'll be working near Mojito.
Traveling rancheros baby.
Traveling.
Rancheros.
Anyone feel like putting on 5 lbs?
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all I knew is that I was not a blood sucking salesman......of course I was never that great at it either.....maybe I need to get a taste for blood.
I'd rather *drink* 5lbs of Mojitos than eat 5lbs of food. But Piz0r's daddy is MORE than welcome to eat that much.