Went to volleyball game where we actually WON A SET using our never-fail technique of just hitting the ball over the net without setting up any kind of play. I tried to instill a new method of actually playing like all the other teams do, but then we started losing and I was overuled. Then we drank several (5???) pitchers of beer. Then I got very drunk, ordered massive amounts of greasy food and went home.
After my triumphant return home, I decided, once again, I am a mean drunk. I got home, got bitchy and Trent & I got in a rather large screaming match about me being drunk and bitchy (my defense was “you shouldn’t call me a bitch!” while waving my gun in the air). Luckily, no one was hurt, except for the dog who thought she was the bitch of the house and was deeply offended by the accusation that her position would be taken by anyone. She’s still not speaking to me.
After I STORMED OUT IN A DRUNKEN STUPOR, I went for a pleasant walk where I was, thankfully, not obducted by aliens or rapists. At least I don’t think I was.
Then I passed out. I believe Trent had to put the newly washed sheets on the bed while I was sleeping. Not a small task, but he is an incredible man.
Then, when my fucking alarm went off at 5:45 IN THE MORNING, I attempted to walk, and obviously, failed miserably. Spent most of the morning in the bathroom (not showering) and trying to speak real words outloud so that I wouldn’t be talking to this company CEO at 7 a.m. going, “Well (small pause while I vomit) , I think that I would be the biggest slut at your company. I mean assface. I mean asset!”
I guess all stories have a happy ending. She called. I didn’t say assface. I got the job. A bit less money, but much higher quality of life and I won’t want to cut off my big toe on a daily basis. At least, not because of work-related business. Also, I may be the first person to accept a job offer while sitting on the bathroom floor trying to decide which end this demon in my stomach is going to come out of.
Now I just have to figure out how to quit my other hell. I mean job.
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In my hatred of work boredom I’ve updated my About page. You should read it becuase I was trying desperately to be funny and/or relevant. I think it shows. I’ve also realized I’m not very funny or witty. It’s a sad revelation for me.
I also just got a call from the woman I interviewed for last week. She wants to call me at 7 a.m. to discuss something with me. I’m about to poop my pants. If I don’t get this job then I will have to drink lethal amounts of rum to get through another day at current job. Someone better be heading to the liquor store.
I have found that when in the midst of what we like to call, “A New Job Search,” it is VERY difficult to find ANYTHING interesting in our current jobs. Hence, I am posting twice in one day. The world of the Interweb reaps the rewards of my agony!!!
In my boredom I decided to search my company’s (which will remain nameless) server for pictures of myself, which illustrate my pain. Instead, I found a picture from a rather fun building tour.
MY GOD!!! CHECK OUT THE SAFARI HARD HAT!!! I knew it was big, but love of Jesus, that thing is flipping huge. I look like a lost storm trooper. I wondered why all of the engineers were snickering at me. Or maybe it was the fact that I was a…wait for it….it’s coming….a….a…GIRL!!! Girls aren’t allowed on job sites! We might try to put a bow on something.
Do you see what I mean by meaningless ranting about current job. So counterproductive.
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I still may need the rum.
/3 Comments/in Blond, Grumples, Trent, Work /by MeganQuick rundown of last 12 hours.
Went to volleyball game where we actually WON A SET using our never-fail technique of just hitting the ball over the net without setting up any kind of play. I tried to instill a new method of actually playing like all the other teams do, but then we started losing and I was overuled. Then we drank several (5???) pitchers of beer. Then I got very drunk, ordered massive amounts of greasy food and went home.
After my triumphant return home, I decided, once again, I am a mean drunk. I got home, got bitchy and Trent & I got in a rather large screaming match about me being drunk and bitchy (my defense was “you shouldn’t call me a bitch!” while waving my gun in the air). Luckily, no one was hurt, except for the dog who thought she was the bitch of the house and was deeply offended by the accusation that her position would be taken by anyone. She’s still not speaking to me.
After I STORMED OUT IN A DRUNKEN STUPOR, I went for a pleasant walk where I was, thankfully, not obducted by aliens or rapists. At least I don’t think I was.
Then I passed out. I believe Trent had to put the newly washed sheets on the bed while I was sleeping. Not a small task, but he is an incredible man.
Then, when my fucking alarm went off at 5:45 IN THE MORNING, I attempted to walk, and obviously, failed miserably. Spent most of the morning in the bathroom (not showering) and trying to speak real words outloud so that I wouldn’t be talking to this company CEO at 7 a.m. going, “Well (small pause while I vomit) , I think that I would be the biggest slut at your company. I mean assface. I mean asset!”
I guess all stories have a happy ending. She called. I didn’t say assface. I got the job. A bit less money, but much higher quality of life and I won’t want to cut off my big toe on a daily basis. At least, not because of work-related business. Also, I may be the first person to accept a job offer while sitting on the bathroom floor trying to decide which end this demon in my stomach is going to come out of.
Now I just have to figure out how to quit my other hell. I mean job.
Update.
/1 Comment/in Redesign /by MeganIn my hatred of work boredom I’ve updated my About page. You should read it becuase I was trying desperately to be funny and/or relevant. I think it shows. I’ve also realized I’m not very funny or witty. It’s a sad revelation for me.
I also just got a call from the woman I interviewed for last week. She wants to call me at 7 a.m. to discuss something with me. I’m about to poop my pants. If I don’t get this job then I will have to drink lethal amounts of rum to get through another day at current job. Someone better be heading to the liquor store.
Maybe My Head’s Just Small
/4 Comments/in Photos, Work /by MeganI have found that when in the midst of what we like to call, “A New Job Search,” it is VERY difficult to find ANYTHING interesting in our current jobs. Hence, I am posting twice in one day. The world of the Interweb reaps the rewards of my agony!!!
In my boredom I decided to search my company’s (which will remain nameless) server for pictures of myself, which illustrate my pain. Instead, I found a picture from a rather fun building tour.
MY GOD!!! CHECK OUT THE SAFARI HARD HAT!!! I knew it was big, but love of Jesus, that thing is flipping huge. I look like a lost storm trooper. I wondered why all of the engineers were snickering at me. Or maybe it was the fact that I was a…wait for it….it’s coming….a….a…GIRL!!! Girls aren’t allowed on job sites! We might try to put a bow on something.
Do you see what I mean by meaningless ranting about current job. So counterproductive.