BWAH!
DLing something from megaupload right now and the little security are-you-a-bot code is "PMS". LOL!
Yea, verily, I've had a pretty good day, despite it starting at one in the morning with me trying to free a mouse from the jaws of my cats, and then being woken at 8 in the morning with Jenn texting me happy birthday. (ohmygod, early!)
I got a card from the guys at the New Office, and by far Lisbeth had the best line - something along the lines of 'hope a GREY GOOSE doesn't fall out of the SKYY and ruin your day". Cracked. Me. Up. And in fact, it didn't, because Frank got me a bottle of Reyka, mmm. And, oddly, for the first time in eleven years I got a cake from the guys at the Old Office. Seriously, 11 years of work, no cake. I'm still trying to decide if it's because I helped rid the place of La Reina or because I'm leaving or both, but really, I'm not about to look a gift cake in the mouth.
The whole FedEx thing is really becoming bittersweet, because I really, really don't like giving it up. I was going through my closet for spring cleaning of clothes, trying on stuff, etc., and discovered that in the 7 months I've worked there I've dropped from a 24 to a 16. Dude. (It's funny, today Christe asked me how much weight I'd lost because I was 'melting before her eyes', which is actually probably true since my LM's been 'punishing' me for quitting by making me do more physical work than I have been.) I think a few colorful bruises is a fair exchange for that and the ability to bench 130. I am very sad that I have to give up my nightly paid exercise. I've been telling Lisbeth that I'll have to go back to my 10 mile walks with Fren and Tucker, but that's all leg work, really. Actually, it'll be interesting going to the range, because I've not been shooting much since starting FedEx - I think once in October(?) and I wasn't too into it that day. I wonder what it'll be like to shoot a gun now that I've built up all my forearm muscles.
Ryberg (my LM) warned me tonight that he and Geno are probably going to put something together for me on Friday, which actually strikes a sliver of fear into my heart because, trust me, it's a scary thought. I've had people coming up to me randomly all last week and this asking me what Geno's going to do without me there - he and I are infamous for our bickering married couple routine. (Hey, we've got entertainment value!) But either of us gets very bored when the other isn't there, and apparently he bitched the entire time I was in Scotland.
On a final note for tonight, I've clean everything out of my office except for my plants. Today I took out all my pictures, Monday was for knick-knacks, and wow. Without those pictures the office just looks *barren*. It's really, really weird.
Yea, verily, I've had a pretty good day, despite it starting at one in the morning with me trying to free a mouse from the jaws of my cats, and then being woken at 8 in the morning with Jenn texting me happy birthday. (ohmygod, early!)
I got a card from the guys at the New Office, and by far Lisbeth had the best line - something along the lines of 'hope a GREY GOOSE doesn't fall out of the SKYY and ruin your day". Cracked. Me. Up. And in fact, it didn't, because Frank got me a bottle of Reyka, mmm. And, oddly, for the first time in eleven years I got a cake from the guys at the Old Office. Seriously, 11 years of work, no cake. I'm still trying to decide if it's because I helped rid the place of La Reina or because I'm leaving or both, but really, I'm not about to look a gift cake in the mouth.
The whole FedEx thing is really becoming bittersweet, because I really, really don't like giving it up. I was going through my closet for spring cleaning of clothes, trying on stuff, etc., and discovered that in the 7 months I've worked there I've dropped from a 24 to a 16. Dude. (It's funny, today Christe asked me how much weight I'd lost because I was 'melting before her eyes', which is actually probably true since my LM's been 'punishing' me for quitting by making me do more physical work than I have been.) I think a few colorful bruises is a fair exchange for that and the ability to bench 130. I am very sad that I have to give up my nightly paid exercise. I've been telling Lisbeth that I'll have to go back to my 10 mile walks with Fren and Tucker, but that's all leg work, really. Actually, it'll be interesting going to the range, because I've not been shooting much since starting FedEx - I think once in October(?) and I wasn't too into it that day. I wonder what it'll be like to shoot a gun now that I've built up all my forearm muscles.
Ryberg (my LM) warned me tonight that he and Geno are probably going to put something together for me on Friday, which actually strikes a sliver of fear into my heart because, trust me, it's a scary thought. I've had people coming up to me randomly all last week and this asking me what Geno's going to do without me there - he and I are infamous for our bickering married couple routine. (Hey, we've got entertainment value!) But either of us gets very bored when the other isn't there, and apparently he bitched the entire time I was in Scotland.
On a final note for tonight, I've clean everything out of my office except for my plants. Today I took out all my pictures, Monday was for knick-knacks, and wow. Without those pictures the office just looks *barren*. It's really, really weird.