And now it’s Sunday night and I have to go to bed in a couple of hours and then get up and go to work. And I don’t want to. I love love love my job, but sometimes I mean that more in the “I have a job” way as opposed to the “going there and doing work” part. The latter requires so much effort. Getting up, getting dressed, answering the phone when it rings, being Elaine at Work, the One Who Says At Least One Hilarious-Borderline-Inappropriate Thing Every Day.
(Yes, I do).
And last week was so lovely, with only working 4 days, and the week before that was pretty lovely as well, only working half of Friday.
On the bright side, things are changing a little bit at work (we are aligning teams by city instead of by job – it’ll either be awesome or horrifying) in a week, so at least a few obnoxious things are going away. And I’m getting a new boss (the chain of command goes like this: I report to Belinda, Belinda reports to Jorge*, the CEO; Mrs. Bossman is now the senior member of my team but isn’t really my boss I guess – sad).
(Jorge and Belinda are euphemisms…hey, you got The Almighty D’s real name only months after I left the old job…).
The weekend was start to finish awesome, minus rushing Sadie to the vet’s office (long story short, she’s fine but maybe has kennel cough but has gained 5 lbs in a month. None of this concerned our awesome vet so I am not concerned either). Denise and I got our toes done yesterday morning (at 9 AM, which was ironic considering we are both devotees of the Art of Not Getting Up Early) and then on a wild hair drove down to Pretty People Mall and had lunch at Cheesecake Factory and wandered the mall until 3 in the afternoon.
(I was SO good, I bought nothing and walked out merely with a sample of perfume. Go me!)