Day 2

I absolutely love my job. I mean my brain feels fried, but so far SO GOOD.

I even love the material my cube is made out of. It's easy to stick pins into and makes a satisfying crunching sound when you do.

Did I mention I have a huge, lovely smelling bouquet that was delivered to my desk yesterday from my coworkers? Eeee.

This morning I stopped in at Starbucks to, you know, feed the habit, and my favourite boys (who work there) decided that in honour of my new job, the drink was on them today. w00t w00t! Little did they know that by not making me pay, in my mind they were allowing me to spend money on another drink later today and feed the habit a little more. DOH. Since I was embarrassed about going back twice in 5 hours, I went to the one a block over, and lo and behold: one of the boys had transferred over there and asked what I was doing back again. Foiled.

Also, let me restate as I did 6 months ago, that I DO NOT understand some food-service people. I mean, I go into Subway (and this has happened before), and try to get my free 8th sandwich with my punch card, but no, I have to take a drink too. I can't just take a free sandwich, I have to take a drink too. Okay well I don't want an icy drink on a frigid January afternoon. They cannot seem to fathom a world where they save money by keeping their dumb drink and just giving me the sandwich, and instead tell me that if I don't want my drink, I can't use the punch card for my free sandwich. wtf, mate.

ylehsa sent me a video today that will look oddly familiar to those of you who have met my fat little child. Enjoy.

A New Leaf (because seriously I don't want to screw this up)

My (overdue) New Year's Resolution: not blog about work directly anymore. That includes at work (so my afternoon readers you might be disappointed to find I am writing later in the day now), and about work directly. By which I mean I may refer to work-related things/people but ALWAYS vaguely. I have already learned a few lessons from my first day today, the first of which helped me to reach this decision about blogging and the others are just interesting:
a.) people at my new work are not WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE like those at my old work. You know who you are if you read this (and I would if I were you because there have been some doozies), and do not talk about: 1.) their genitalia 2.) who did what in the men's bathroom today that required maintenance to pay a visit 3.) others' genitalia 4.) fart machines 5.) wild political rants 6.) general bashing (don't ask) 7. this is the "etc." category under which pretty much every other inappropriate but still makes you guffaw/snort into your hand when your supervisor isn't looking (and sometimes when he is) thing falls.
b.) no matter how much you love your work, there is always somewhere better in some way. In my case, in lots of ways, though I didn't even think that possible. I feel spoiled already.
c.) It is very possible that San Francisco may one day fall into the ocean...and my company is prepared and THEN some (they gave us all emergency backpacks with everything we need to survive in our cubicles for several days, and encouraged us to bring a book or a picture of our dog to put in there to "calm us" if we feel panicky during a disaster. I don't know about you, but I am pretty sure if I am trapped in the remains of my cube with only rubble around me and my crank-able flashlight to guide me, gazing into milo's frozen eyes is sure as hell not going to get me through it. ).

This being said, if you need me: email IS the new chat.

They took me to lunch today at the Palace Hotel. It is the swankiest...well, look:

pictures (but none here)

*edit* since I have gotten odd comments from people on this, to clarify: This is just what I thought was a funny anecdote about how some men view girly things like weddings and decorating apartments. It wasn't mean or anything. Relax.

After almost 2 years, we finally developed wedding pictures for the frames we have sitting lonely and dust-covered on the floor. Tomorrow my task is to hang the frames, and then eventually pick more pictures next weekend of random events. Nolan and Brandon were over hanging around, and so I asked Nolan a couple times for his advice on which pictures to put where in the frames, to which he replied, "I love being in a marriage with you, but I didn't care much about the actual wedding day and I really couldn't care less what you do with the pictures of that day", then kissed me on the cheek. Brandon looked back and forth at us and told Nolan that was possibly one of the most dick-ish things he has heard, which prompted Nolan to kiss me on the cheek again. Hhhhh.

D-town, etc.

I left early this morning to head to Davis and to see ylehsa with Jennie. We spent breakfast with the girls in Davis, then headed up to Folsom to meet Ash. Now we sit here blogging and watching a parade of the ugliest people on earth, aka the video version of "Persuasion". Ugh.


Tonight I go back to Davis to play AoM with Brystal, get drinks and dinner with the girls, and generally pretend I'm in college again, though of course I will be cold and lonely in bed tonight :(

Even with a fun day like this, I find I have nothing to say. Boo.

wine-oh

Over the weekend, and into this week (since I am not what the title implies, and it takes that long), we tried a new wine, and I have to recommend it simply because I know a lot of people who don't like the acidic taste of wine, or the tannins in it. That being said, let me push on you this Pinot Noir, that actually goes well with chicken, and has a berry-ish taste to it and ALMOST no bite at all. Actually...it's so mild that I was a little bit shocked when I tasted it:


Today I was cursing my fate/criminal record, because I thought I had lost my new job. My background check revealed a record that was supposedly expunged, but HAS NOT been yet, and so of course they were questioning the fact that their new employee had a misdemeanor. Fine, and I can understand that, as ridiculous as the "crime" was, but I am amazed that this thing has, to put it delicately, after 2+ years still come back to bite me in the ass. HHH.

ps-if you were wondering, I got the green-light afterall and everything is a-okay. Phew.

Also we got a street cleaning ticket today, so that didn't really help the mood. Until now, when I am contemplating my fun day in Davis/Folsom tomorrow, and seeing Jennie tonight!

As a little throwback to what ended up improving my mood invariably (aside from my PERFECT husband who I cannot stop gushing over, but I don't want to make you vomit, so SORRY), here is my little moment of the day, stolen from someone's facebook ;)

zzz

ohmygosh. I sleep WAY too much. On the one hand I suppose I am entitled to it, this being my last week off and all...but then again the sun is shining, and I have LESS than a week to pack in whatever I can before I hit the grind again. Dilemma. I say that now as if it is a choice, but I know that tomorrow morning when I am wrapped in my sweet sheets, there will be no hope to change my ways.

Yesterday I had to go downtown to take a drug test for my new job, and seriously, I think those lab techs only went into that profession so that they could snicker at the white collar workers downtown. Man, how degrading is it to pee in a little cup, NOT be able to flush or wash your hands, and then walk into a room where they are waiting and say, "umm, well, here it is" and thrust your urine into their waiting hands while they smirk (probably half in disgust).

Along those lines, because I am so.immature....yesterday I got ylehsa to: a.) believe that I was sending her a bag of fresh cat poo in the mail, and .) admit that she would still open it, knowing what was inside. Hahaha, victory. Of course I would never really do that to anyone. Okay maybe Brystal.

On Thursday I am going up to Davis for the day, just to get away and do something. So...I am debating bringing my bike and playing on campus maybe, gettin coffee at the CoHo, and hangin out with my two girls.

Until then: I will most likely be asleep.

Happy Valentine's Month?

This weekend my parents were here visiting us, and we had some good times. We played games, ate a lot, chatted and walked around town, played with my new computer...

...and went to the zoo.

I haven't been to a zoo since 4 years ago when a bunch of us went for Tim's birthday...and I was too preoccupied at the time watching my future husband to notice the animals ;) I forgot how much I love watching the monkeys chase each other, the lions sleeping, the otters wrestling under water. Of course it brought back memories of trudging around when I was 6, on a leash attached to my brother and I (what? we were wild kids!). I must say, the zoo is infinitely better sans leash.

For those of you who care (not I this year), Happy Superbowl Sunday!

Also: I can't believe it's already February!