just don't blame me if it's not always chipper

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Last weekend Darren surprised me by bringing me home for Easter and I surprised my family by showing up for Easter. However, when I showed up on the stoop (who the hell am I kidding - we don't have a stoop!), I was pretty convinced that no one was going to let me in. I knocked and knocked and waited and eventually started whining, "Guys? Is anyone going to let me in...?"

When my dad finally put on some pants and opened up the door, Darren heard Angie's drunken squeals from inside the car, which was running at the time.

It was a great weekend and a splendid Easter. This about sums up how coma-inducingly good the food was. Blessed food is a sedative. Who knew?

Last week I rounded out my first year at work. Time certainly flies, but I can hardly remember life before that place now. I remember my first day of work when people were leaving the office, saying, "Have a good night," and, "See you in the morning," and it dawned on me that I was going to be spending more time with these people than I do with anyone else in my life. I'm glad they don't suck.

Holy moly, speaking of suck - remember the co-worker I sent the nasty email to? I received a thank you note and a gift card to Marshall Fields from her a couple of weeks back. The note said something along the lines of, "I received my bonus last week and it's important to me that you're recognized too. Thank you for all your hard work." For about twenty seconds, I liked the woman. But I can't be bought that easily; I'm back to my old ways. On a related note (follow the chain, people), next week is administrative professional week. I better get some love from my superiors, preferably in the form of gentle kisses and foot rubs. However, I will accept cash and/or flowers from my co-workers that I'm less attracted to (of which there are, hmm, two? I work with hotties).

I really wish I had more to share. I feel like Angie is blogging my life so well (and so much better than I could) that I don't really need to bother. I promise to try to get better at this. However, I also promise myself on a daily basis that TODAY the diet starts.

In other words, don't hold your breathe for my next post.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow...you should hook me up with a job aat your hotel! when is this whole camp shack shindig going down too...i am ready to dish out some extra creepy back rubs this year!
Best regards,
Duluth Brian

8:27 PM

 

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