whoever said time flies can kiss my ass...
i am a working woman (enter mid-80's hair-dance song about working hard for the money or something). not that i wasn't in college, it's just that my job is now socially acceptable as a full-time position for a post-grad. i learn things about the 9 to 5 crowd every day, and while on one hand it depresses the hell out of me, it's also somewhat intriguing (i'm trying to be optimistic here. the intrigue is actually pretty limited... on a scale of one to five, it might not even register). por ejemplo, i was hired as the accountant/head bookkeeper here, and told that my lack of experience in this unconscionably boring arena was a positive attribute, as the current employee in charge of the accounting (who is ditching this task in favor of more money and less responsibility) wanted to teach me his own bookkeeping methods. sweet, i say. until i arrive the first day, and rather than learning anything about the job for which i was hired, i am sent to the store for office supplies (to be specific, they gave me a credit card and said get anything you need, so i'm not really complaining). three weeks later, my knowledge of accounting is still nonexistant, but i have completely renovated the office, overhauling all the file cabinets and creating a workspace fit for a queen, and begun teaching myself portuguese online. that's not to say that this job is at all bad... hell, i'm getting paid pretty well, right? plus, the other people in the office are off-the-charts cool. another girl was hired around the same time as me to take care of the inventory, and she feels the same way i do about food, so we get along like peanut butter and... well, everything (what DOESN'T go with peanut butter?).
maybe one reason i have made so many friends has to do with the fact that most of the employees are males who recently graduated from college. especially after a recent escapade which i will relay via a post to didders' facebook wall (because i'm too lazy to rewrite it):
"i was at work today wearing a new skirt, sheer black lace over black fabric, and i was walking around the office feeling confident for the first time since i started because i'm finally starting to learn, finally getting to know everyone, finally finding my place. who's the shit? i'm the shit. and about 7 hours in, maybe 4:00 or so, the guy in the office next to mine says, hey meg, are you wearing red underwear? turns out, at about 8:30 am, i had leaned over for a file and ripped my skirt, and ALL FREAKING DAY i had been strutting around with my entire ass on display because oh no, i couldn't have just ripped it a little, it was full rear view, side to side wide open.
it was at this moment i realized how much i miss you. i thought, man, i wish didders was here so i could tell her this story while she picked my overeager heart up off the floor, dusted it off and quietly (OK, maybe not so quietly. prolly with a snide but hilarious comment or two) put me back together. love you."
so that was fun. also, yesterday was the (first of several) best day of the year. porque, you ask? because it was blue-rito day at chipotle. rules: show up at ANY indianapolis-area chipotle wearing an indianapolis colts shirt, get a burrito free. no purchase necessary. they do this several times a year, friends.
needless to say, brandon and i hit up five different chipotles between 86th to 146th. my belly hurts, but my heart is so happy it could explode. or maybe that's from the cholesterol. either way, free chipotle + second season of lost = best day ever (part one).
ok, back to work. time for a post office/office depot run. more later, if i remember/feel like it.
maybe one reason i have made so many friends has to do with the fact that most of the employees are males who recently graduated from college. especially after a recent escapade which i will relay via a post to didders' facebook wall (because i'm too lazy to rewrite it):
"i was at work today wearing a new skirt, sheer black lace over black fabric, and i was walking around the office feeling confident for the first time since i started because i'm finally starting to learn, finally getting to know everyone, finally finding my place. who's the shit? i'm the shit. and about 7 hours in, maybe 4:00 or so, the guy in the office next to mine says, hey meg, are you wearing red underwear? turns out, at about 8:30 am, i had leaned over for a file and ripped my skirt, and ALL FREAKING DAY i had been strutting around with my entire ass on display because oh no, i couldn't have just ripped it a little, it was full rear view, side to side wide open.
it was at this moment i realized how much i miss you. i thought, man, i wish didders was here so i could tell her this story while she picked my overeager heart up off the floor, dusted it off and quietly (OK, maybe not so quietly. prolly with a snide but hilarious comment or two) put me back together. love you."
so that was fun. also, yesterday was the (first of several) best day of the year. porque, you ask? because it was blue-rito day at chipotle. rules: show up at ANY indianapolis-area chipotle wearing an indianapolis colts shirt, get a burrito free. no purchase necessary. they do this several times a year, friends.
needless to say, brandon and i hit up five different chipotles between 86th to 146th. my belly hurts, but my heart is so happy it could explode. or maybe that's from the cholesterol. either way, free chipotle + second season of lost = best day ever (part one).
ok, back to work. time for a post office/office depot run. more later, if i remember/feel like it.