heeeee!

No, I’m not still blotto from Friday. But I AM giggling over this article FU HR. I especially love it when the writer quotes a business school professor saying “The best and the brightest do not go into HR.”

Hee! I think it’s pretty funny. Not sure why the bitter thing has cropped up. My old boss is being loony at work, so maybe that’s the explanation. Everyone at work has an agenda lately – hers is to be a biotch because her kid is going off to college (and not a terribly good one, either…::hairflick::).

My agenda is to survive tomorrow and Tuesday and take Wednesday off to take the boy to a theme park and then work Thursday and half of Friday and then – WHEE – weekend again.

I miss the old days when I really thought that we all had the agenda of supporting our 41 restaurants in whatever – paychecks, invoices, whatever.

Gene is supposed to get the check from the insurance company tomorrow. He wanted to go to the Infiniti dealership way down in Cheesecake City, next to all the other car dealerships (BMW, Lexus, Porsche, etc). There is a dealership about 5 minutes from our house, but the one in Cheesecake is offering the car for $2K less. I told Gene – who told me we needed to get to the dealership about 40 minutes before they closed…on a SATURDAY…- that next weekend worked better for me. Plus, I was hungry.

Ooh! I didn’t tell you about my shopping trip yesterday. I was in serious need of shoes. I don’t have the typical girl thing with shoes. I have 1 pair brown shoes, 1 pair blue shoes, 1 pair black shoes (plus assorted black shoes for dresses, etc) and 1 pair tennis shoes. My blue shoes looked downright shabby. My brown shoes were totally missing (but found by the boy Friday). My black shoes didn’t look bad, but, WTF, let’s just go crazy.

So I went to the Cheesecake City Pretty People Mall (mmmmmmmmm) and parked outside Nordstrom, home of Bras Big Enough for Me because they had what I wanted. Gene buys his shoes from Johnston and Murphy and told me to just effing buy shoes that would last. I was sure that Nordies could help me. I went in, said I wanted loafer type shoes in navy, black and brown, and perhaps 30 minutes later I was exiting the store with exactly that. PLUS…they were on sale. REALLY.

Then I hit the mall in earnest. The Pretty People Mall is the best place to go to stroller stalk, one of my favorite hobbies. (Don’t be afraid, mommies of young kids, that is, Erin. I just love to peek at the strollers, not even really looking at the kids, which is really the sick part). Mmm, Peg Perego, Maclarens, mmmm. I still have yet to see the Inglesina Zippy IRL, which is disappointing because I hear it totally kicks ass. All of this stroller mania is counter to my current kid feelings that I still need to write about.

The mall in earnest is a bust, not counting the salon – a claaassy salon selling the same stuff my salon sells – advertising something like a shampoo, cut, dry style and HIGHLIGHTS for less than $100. I almost walked in and said “NOW NOW NOW!” It would have been cheaper, because…

Instead, I decided to try my hand at Nordie’s again…and holy night, did I ever. 3 pairs of pants (including a pair of “DAMN you have an ass, Elaine!” jeans) and something like 6 shirts (all like the rest of my shirts, v-neck t-shirts and 3/4 sleeve shirts). Sale prices at Nordstrom’s ROCK. Holynight. I swear, tshirts at Target aren’t this cheap…

Basically, it was a damn good day. Then I went home, boys were at the movies seeing The Island, so I started the laundry parade then curled up with the beagles and an Eddie Izzard DVD. The boys were home pretty soon anyway, so we dawdled for awhile and I continued with laundry. Then dinner – more sushi (same as Thursday). Then the boys went to the movies again (to see Stealth. I skipped because I knew it would suck) and I stayed home to finish the laundry and mop the kitchen floor and vacuum the living room and our bedroom.

Such a good day!!!