pot pourri
So, remember back a month or two ago when I mentioned a possible poaching? Well, it's official -- I've been been poached. Um, to clarify, it's not in the salmon or eggs sense. No no. See, I've decided to let the river run. I poured myself myself cup of ambition and gave a big ol' "fuck you" to putting cover sheets on the TPS reports.
In other words, I quit my job.
A former manager called me up a little over a month ago with a business proposition. Long story short, I'm officially rescued from days of cubicle-dwelling in close proximity to cheese-cutting consultants. Bless her.
So yes, I've gots me a new job (starting Monday). It's in the same building so my commute, benefits and the rest of that junk stay the same. That whole different elevator bank thingy will be quite a challenge next week but other than that, most of my creature comforts will remain intact and for that, I'm grateful.
This past Tuesday was my last day at my previous job. Because I've been sickly the past month, I haven't been all that fond of the drink and as a result, my tolerance has taken a serious hit. I had a few Blue Moons the other night and well, I was lit. Just ask The Lovely Jess since she was the victim, er, I mean, recipient of a bit of drunken emailing. Here's an excerpt from the email I sent:
Changing gearrrrrrrs slightly... Here's a scan of a postcard the parents just sent me from Scotland:
In other news, the list of attendees for the Weenie Roast is growing! Come out and join us. If you're feeling sheepish about meeting a bunch of strangers, just send me an email and I'll talk you into it. I'm very persuasive. All -- queer and otherwise -- are welcome. See you on the 15th!
In other words, I quit my job.
A former manager called me up a little over a month ago with a business proposition. Long story short, I'm officially rescued from days of cubicle-dwelling in close proximity to cheese-cutting consultants. Bless her.
So yes, I've gots me a new job (starting Monday). It's in the same building so my commute, benefits and the rest of that junk stay the same. That whole different elevator bank thingy will be quite a challenge next week but other than that, most of my creature comforts will remain intact and for that, I'm grateful.
This past Tuesday was my last day at my previous job. Because I've been sickly the past month, I haven't been all that fond of the drink and as a result, my tolerance has taken a serious hit. I had a few Blue Moons the other night and well, I was lit. Just ask The Lovely Jess since she was the victim, er, I mean, recipient of a bit of drunken emailing. Here's an excerpt from the email I sent:
"no t drinkin gfor two weeks made me a lightweighsst. ha ha ha ha. i'm hammmerrdd."I'm scary -- and overly fond of consonants -- when I'm drunk.
Changing gearrrrrrrs slightly... Here's a scan of a postcard the parents just sent me from Scotland:
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In other news, the list of attendees for the Weenie Roast is growing! Come out and join us. If you're feeling sheepish about meeting a bunch of strangers, just send me an email and I'll talk you into it. I'm very persuasive. All -- queer and otherwise -- are welcome. See you on the 15th!
Labels: family, scotland, weenie roast, work
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