ANOTHER ONE!

Hi Everyone!
I have another fan! AH! You don't know how excited this makes me. Seriously. It's not healthy the way my heart pitter-patter s when I read comments from anonymous people who have somehow stumbled on my blog (Debbie and I were musing: Did you guys find me because blogger recommended my blog to you?). THANKS for reading. Though, as you point out, there hasn't been much to read lately.

What happened was, I got a new job!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

At my old job, I was less busy...and didn't care...so I had plenty of time to blog. As you might note, lack of caring + no work ---> didn't necessarily mean I was blogging a lot...but I was blogging some. LOOK...just because I wasn't working didn't mean I wasn't BUSY with other things at my last job...like gchatting and online shopping and...facebook.

At my new job though, I'm busy + I care ---> I'm not going to blog there yet. I know. I know. I'm a rule follower. I'm lame. Bla bla. This is WHO I AM! But, like there is a lot of traffic by my desk so, like, people could SEE if I was BLOGGING! That would be bad! I'm on a PROBATIONARY PERIOD! AH!

(this photo offends me. who wears white socks with dress shoes? seriously)
Did I mention that I have free health care at my new job? OH YAYAYAY! I do! Speaking of my gig, here's a topic that will bore all of you but make me happy:

Things about my new job:
1) I have a cubicle. When I was in college I swore to myself that I would never work in a cubicle. I fancied myself an 'en plein air' type of gal who would never give into 'the man' and working in a traditional office. At my last job I had a desk with no real walls which meant that people came to my desk to talk to me all the time (I'm a huge deal, so this shouldn't surprise you). Sometimes, it was nice. But other times, I didn't want to be that popular. With my own cubicle, my back is free for people walking by to see (oh hey!)...but it's a bit harder to approach me. Hard-to-get is the new black in the workplace.

2) I work in a department! I didn't have a department at my old job. Sometimes people would 'claim' me when they wanted me to do things for them, but I was a gypsy...never knowing where I belonged...aimlessly wandering the professional landscape. Now, I have people that are obligated to answer my questions and work on long term things with me. YAY for obligations!

3) I think my boss had an accident when she was younger that resulted in the tip of her (yes, she's a lady boss and not a man boss. She's all you'd ever want, she's the kind you'd like to flaunt and take to din-nahr!..hehe...) finger being cut off and sewn back on. OK, so I have no basis for this really...except that I've noticed that the tip of my boss' middle finger is a different color than the rest of her middle finger AND her other fingers. What crazy shit did she get into that resulted in this? Is she in the mafia? Is she a pirate? OH MY GOD. IS she a pirate?! I will keep you posted.

(This is NOT business professional...tisk)

4) There's this woman, who is in charge of the office's petty cash supply, who doesn't know how to find clothes that fit her. Really...it's very odd. I watch 'What Not To Wear'...so I understand why pants do or don't fit or how blouses can make you look hot or like you're a dolphin. Now, we all know I can be like Sammi Sweetheart on 'The Jersey Shore' (aka, I'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet)...but in this case, I'm not just hating on this woman or making fun of her 'HEHE! LOOK AT HER! SHE LOOKS SILLY!'-no). The first day I met her she was wearing a jacket with sleeves that were WAY too big for her...(length-wise and volume-wise)...and I thought she didn't have arms! WTF. I wondered how she could count out cash without arms? I felt bad for her. Arms are pretty necessary for lots of things, not just counting Bens and Abes. The next day she was wearing a short sleeve shirt and...ARMS! She should really get a tailor.

5) My love of pork is preventing me from making friends. I normally eat by myself at my desk and use my lunch hour to walk around and go shopping with money that I don't have (yet). Contrary to the lonerish reputation that I'm making for myself, I actually AM a social person and would love to make some friends. After some gchat discussions, it was decided that I should eat in the kitchen because then even if I'm eating by myself I'm opening myself up to opportunities. But then the next day, I brought leftover twice cooked pork for lunch. The kitchen is Kosherish. 'OK' I said to myself. 'It's fine. I'll eat in there tomorrow'. But then the next day, I went and got a pork sandwich for lunch. 'OK' I said to myself. 'It's fine. I'll eat in there tomorrow'. And then the next day...WTF is my problem? Do I want friends or not?

6) I. HAVE. A. BUILDING. ACCESS. CARD. OHMIGAH! It is so cool! Since I was a young girl I've dreamed of two things professionally: business cards and an access card. When, I wondered, would the planets align and make my dreams a reality? When would the seas part, allowing me to pass through stormy waters and into the light of a new professional horizon? As far as the access card goes, Tuesday, September 14th is the answer to the above questions. A day that will live in history. As far as the business cards...who knows? But, like, whatever. I don't care. Stupid business cards. Stupid! But anyway, the ACCESS CARD is enough for now! I feel mad awesome as I approach my office and know I'm going to whip it out at any second (that's what she said?).

In conclusion, I managed to write another entry about nothing that is intimidatingly long (is that a word). THANKS FOR READING, everyone! (Especially Jason...who, as I predicted, still hasn't read any of this)