Anyway, thanks so much and tune in next Tuesday for the next mystery Guest Poster. And tomorrow for the husband. He better have written something, or there will be blood.
I'm back at work, and it's not terrible. There is a learning curve, of course, because there are things that you forget when you've been out of work for almost 4 months, such as:
Giddy anticipation of your paycheck. I've been sitting at my desk, working, when I'll suddenly be seized by the need to know HOW MUCH MONEY I will be making if I work, say, 50 hours this week. And so I start tabulating and then I start thinking, well, why don't I work 54 hours, and then I think, well, why not 60 hours and then I punch myself in the head and dial it down. Because I am not working 60 hours this week. No matter how many shiny $$$ it will bring me.
That incessant chatter that you CANNOT CLICK AWAY FROM. I mentioned this on Twitter [because I am tired and so am recycling material, and also because maybe you don't follow me on Twitter and you missed this, and if you don't follow me, why not? I am fucking delightful.] and that lead to this:
I also commandeered a good desk chair. Because I would totally do that on Twitter.
People do not understand / adhere to dress codes. Where I work it is all professionals, and I say this not because we are some fabulous elite, but because we are supposed to be PROFESSIONALS [no, not the hooker kind and not the Jean Reno kind, either.]
|Although that would make for an interesting workplace.|
It is pretty near impossible to comfortably read a blog on my iPhone. And so I am woefully even further behind on my blog reading. But know that I love you, truly, with all my heart and cannot WAIT until I win that fucking lottery.
Anyone have any lucky numbers?
I MISS YOU ALL.