Thursday, February 26, 2009

Work Shmirk

I have gotten really bad at going to work lately. I think I have worked only one five day week so far this year. I'm sure my apathy stems from knowing I will be leaving my job soon, though I wish that time would come a lot sooner. My apathy may also come from knowing that we are so flipping s..l...o...w. In an average 8 hour day, I spend approximately 6 hours doing nothing but look for things to do. I am very lucky that my boss never lets anyone go, because if he did, I would have lost my job a long time ago. I've worked there for nearly 8 years and it has never been this bad. So now instead of going to work and sitting around, I opt to stay home and sit around.

Which is very bad because I have a million things to do at home and I should be using my time wisely.

Instead I spent the entire day curled up on the couch with my hunk of a husband and The Bachman. It was fansmashingtastic. And right about now I am trying to decide if I am still going to be sick tomorrow.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Two Hours of Wasted Time

I just realized that I have been sitting at my desk at work for two hours doing nothing but staring out the window. I have no idea what I was thinking about for these two hours. They are now lost. After I came to, I talked to Hot Husband and we came up with a short list of jobs I might actually enjoy doing.

1. Work at a bookstore. I have a serious book problem and working in a bookstore would be my version of heaven.

2. Waitress. I've never done it before and I might actually be good at it. I am very charming. Plus, I like running around like a crazy woman and being a waitress would allow me to get paid to do it.

3. A taxi cab driver. I really like to drive.

4. A Vet Tech. I already do this a little, but being able to do it full time would be awesome. All I need is for Hot Husband to get a kick ass job in Austin and I'm on my way to working at a animal clinic.

5. Writer. I really enjoy writing...I just need something to write about.

6. Be a baker. I love to bake and dream of opening my own bakery one day. I love making sweet things and giving them away. A sexy cupcake or a cute little cookie will never fail to put a smile on someone's face.

So that's my list. I know I am capable of doing anything I want, I just have no idea what that is. Making up my mind is nearly impossible for me. One day I'll figure it out, right?

Just for a quick update, Hot Husband did finish his resume before I got home from Austin so there was no flipping my lid. He is now in the process of looking and applying for jobs. The waiting game has begun. Please keep your fingers crossed for us!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A History Lesson

My extended weekend in Austin was fansmashingtastic. One of my favorite things about traveling is meeting new people and having conversations I wouldn't normally have when I am home. Conversations like the one I had with a server when Siren and I were out to eat at a New York Jewish-style deli. Yes, that's right. I ate at a New York Jewish-style deli while I was in Austin, Tx. For the life of me, I can't remember his name, but he was trying to be clever and cute and instantly made fun of me for talking with my hands.

"You must not be from around here. I don't see many people who talk with spirit fingers," Server said.
"Nope, not from around here," I replied, "I'm a Yankee."
"Oh, where are you from?" Server asked.
"The Chicago area," I said.
"Chicago, huh? Well that wouldn't really make you a Yankee because Illinois didn't exist during the Civil War," Server said. Not lying, those words actually crossed his lips. I looked over at Siren and asked if she just heard what I heard. She reluctantly nodded her head.
"Let's just think about this for a minute," I said to Server, "The Civil War was largely brought on by Abraham Lincoln. Abraham Lincoln was President of the United States at that time and Abraham Lincoln was from Illinois. This may be a long shot, but I'm gonna go ahead and say that Illinois was definitely part of the Union during the Civil War which would make me a Yankee." That pretty much ended the conversation.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Sunny and Warmer Weather, Here I Come!

I am leaving early tomorrow morning to go to Austin, Tx to visit my best friend, Siren. That's not really her name, but I thought the nickname suits her well. In Greek Mythology a Siren was a dangerous woman who kept men as her slaves for sex and anything else she needed. My friend Siren doesn't keep men as slaves yet, but I am sure that as soon as her divorce is final she will have a house full of men chained to the walls.

We have a fabulous weekend planned and I am so excited to be able to sit outside and have a margarita without freezing my ass off. Not that I have been sitting outside and having margaritas this winter, but it's nice to know I'll have the opportunity to do it before May. We are planning on partying it up and going absolutely crazy. I can't wait. I am so excited I can't stop smiling and my face is starting to hurt.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Oh, Moving

So a few months ago Hot Husband and I decided we are going to move. Great. Wonderful. Exciting. The problem? I don't think Hot Husband realizes that in order for us to move, he actually needs to get a new job. It has been almost 4 months since we made this decision and he is still working on his resume. To be fair, we decided that he will wait til after the new year to look for a job, and then I hit my head and then he got sick. But still! Come on! What is taking so long? I really don't want to be the nagging wife, but I think the times are calling for it. I am going to Austin this weekend and have decided that if his resume isn't finished by the time I get home on Tuesday evening, I will most definitely flip my lid. Hot Husband beware.

5 Little Monsters

This past weekend my younger sister and I threw a baby shower for our older sister. It was held at my house and for the first time ever, I had a house full of kids. 5 little monsters to be exact. At first it was a little overwhelming but then I sent them all to the basement with Hot Husband and another male friend to play with the guitars and drums we have stashed there. It was awesome! I had a house full of people and I didn't have to worry about the kids! Hot Husband (who has actually claimed to be allergic to children) spent the whole day entertaining them. It was great for me because I had time to refill wine glasses and clean up plates and actually talk to people, and Hot Husband was able to realize that not all kids are spawned from Satan.