2/15/09 08:42 pm - State of my union.
- I made a post the other day about how I got a bonus this quarter and it was a super shitty one, but I deleted the post because it was really petty. I'm going to sit over here and be thankful I have a job right now, since the day I was awarded my shitty bonus? 140 more employees were laid off at one of our job sites. They keep us, the consultants, because we don't cost nearly as much as a permanent employee would.
- Frank did my taxes this weekend. Not only am I getting a refund, I'm getting a very healthy one. Hello, new bedroom furniture! Nice to see you!
- I got an email from asshole engineer guy this weekend that made my blood pressure skyrocket. Thankfully, I was so high on Vicodin that I couldn't coherently form an answering "FUCK YOU" email at the time. Otherwise, I would have probably lost my job.
- We took Ansley to the circus this weekend. Dude, the circus kinda sucks now. It's not nearly as cool or fun as when we were kids. There's nowhere near the animals and they don't have the number of people that perform, either. Plus, I paid ten dollars for a bag of spun sugar. Oh, yeah. You heard me. Ten dollars for cotton candy. When I bought it, it went like this:
Me: Two bags of cotton candy, please.
Guy: That'll be twenty dollars.
Me: What?
Guy: That'll be twenty dollars.
Me: Holy shit!
Him: Yeah, I get called Jesus alot, too.
- I've decided to reward myself. The amount of stress and pain I've managed to make it through in the last week is pretty darn amazing, if I do say so myself. I've been cutting Vicodin in half so that I can still function at work, but cut the pain down until I could get to the dentist. At any rate, I've been lusting over new sunglasses for a while, and my Gucci's are about to bite the dust, so I finally bought them. They should ship tomorrow. The splurge was for a pair of Tom Ford - Whitney glasses. So. Cute.
- I hope my new sunglasses get here soon. Especially since I have to go to Ft. Lauderdale for work on the week of the 23rd. Poor me. You guys should feel so sorry for me. (No, really. That's where asshole engineer is. If I make it a whole week without a body count, we'll be lucky.)
- Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, is my root canal. Followed by work. Followed by drinks / appetizers with the partners, who are in town. Fabulous day for that, huh? Wish me luck!
- Frank did my taxes this weekend. Not only am I getting a refund, I'm getting a very healthy one. Hello, new bedroom furniture! Nice to see you!
- I got an email from asshole engineer guy this weekend that made my blood pressure skyrocket. Thankfully, I was so high on Vicodin that I couldn't coherently form an answering "FUCK YOU" email at the time. Otherwise, I would have probably lost my job.
- We took Ansley to the circus this weekend. Dude, the circus kinda sucks now. It's not nearly as cool or fun as when we were kids. There's nowhere near the animals and they don't have the number of people that perform, either. Plus, I paid ten dollars for a bag of spun sugar. Oh, yeah. You heard me. Ten dollars for cotton candy. When I bought it, it went like this:
Me: Two bags of cotton candy, please.
Guy: That'll be twenty dollars.
Me: What?
Guy: That'll be twenty dollars.
Me: Holy shit!
Him: Yeah, I get called Jesus alot, too.
- I've decided to reward myself. The amount of stress and pain I've managed to make it through in the last week is pretty darn amazing, if I do say so myself. I've been cutting Vicodin in half so that I can still function at work, but cut the pain down until I could get to the dentist. At any rate, I've been lusting over new sunglasses for a while, and my Gucci's are about to bite the dust, so I finally bought them. They should ship tomorrow. The splurge was for a pair of Tom Ford - Whitney glasses. So. Cute.
- I hope my new sunglasses get here soon. Especially since I have to go to Ft. Lauderdale for work on the week of the 23rd. Poor me. You guys should feel so sorry for me. (No, really. That's where asshole engineer is. If I make it a whole week without a body count, we'll be lucky.)
- Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, is my root canal. Followed by work. Followed by drinks / appetizers with the partners, who are in town. Fabulous day for that, huh? Wish me luck!