Love: trio style
It's bad enough that I'm a week and a half late with the "3 Things That I Hate" post but another stick in your craw will be that this post will be 3 more current items that I love. Call it free love.
One:
Leaving the occupational nest.
There is more than one example of sheer beauty when you tender your 2 week notice from a job that has been less than fruitful for well over a year now. I had the good fortune of doing so last friday to accept another position starting on September 23. What is even better is the look on my current boss' face when I turned in my letter. It went a little like this.
She knew it was coming.
She inhaled deeply through grit teeth and closed eyes.
She exhaled slowly and still through the grit teeth.
The grit teeth awkwardly morphed into her usual fake she's-ready-for-her-closeup-mister-demille smile.
This situation didn't necessarily have to turn out this way but I grew weary of working for someone who runs her department like a sorority. Five more days of fighting overzealous smirking.
Late next week, I'll start work at a church. Let's all say a silent prayer that I won't burst into flames when I start there. Another thing that's cool is my boss looks like Reverend Fatboy Slim. He's real good.
Two:
Brady Bunch on DVD:
Wow Paramount Home Video, where's the fire? They're cranking these out like it's dancing near the edge of its shelf date (the second time around). Season 2 came out not even two months ago. Season 3 came out this week. Season 4 comes out this November. It may have something to do with the upcoming holidays. For me, it has everything to do with hating Cindy and wanting her to step inside Peter's disappearing booth and NEVER RETURN!
Of course it would be difficult to repeatedly hate Cindy if she were to end up missing. I think she just needed some coercing to leave and find herself--ending up in some third-world country selling bugle beads to dress makers from Cambodia who just find her and that trademark lisp so (literally) unbelievably adorable.
Three:
In conversation with the homo-half of Erasure.
Apparently, I have an interview with Andy Bell next week. Let's make believe for a moment that I'm anywhere close to prepared for this. It's still very fortunate for me though. Let's hope he keeps his promise or at least the PR company keeps theirs.
How can I explain when there are few words I can choose.
One:
Leaving the occupational nest.
There is more than one example of sheer beauty when you tender your 2 week notice from a job that has been less than fruitful for well over a year now. I had the good fortune of doing so last friday to accept another position starting on September 23. What is even better is the look on my current boss' face when I turned in my letter. It went a little like this.
She knew it was coming.
She inhaled deeply through grit teeth and closed eyes.
She exhaled slowly and still through the grit teeth.
The grit teeth awkwardly morphed into her usual fake she's-ready-for-her-closeup-mister-demille smile.
This situation didn't necessarily have to turn out this way but I grew weary of working for someone who runs her department like a sorority. Five more days of fighting overzealous smirking.
Late next week, I'll start work at a church. Let's all say a silent prayer that I won't burst into flames when I start there. Another thing that's cool is my boss looks like Reverend Fatboy Slim. He's real good.
Two:
Brady Bunch on DVD:
Wow Paramount Home Video, where's the fire? They're cranking these out like it's dancing near the edge of its shelf date (the second time around). Season 2 came out not even two months ago. Season 3 came out this week. Season 4 comes out this November. It may have something to do with the upcoming holidays. For me, it has everything to do with hating Cindy and wanting her to step inside Peter's disappearing booth and NEVER RETURN!
Of course it would be difficult to repeatedly hate Cindy if she were to end up missing. I think she just needed some coercing to leave and find herself--ending up in some third-world country selling bugle beads to dress makers from Cambodia who just find her and that trademark lisp so (literally) unbelievably adorable.
Three:
In conversation with the homo-half of Erasure.
Apparently, I have an interview with Andy Bell next week. Let's make believe for a moment that I'm anywhere close to prepared for this. It's still very fortunate for me though. Let's hope he keeps his promise or at least the PR company keeps theirs.
How can I explain when there are few words I can choose.