We're going to HP4 this morning! I was amazed that BB could even get tickets online last night ... then we realized that our theatre will be showing the thing on four screens. There's a show starting every 30 minutes. Aaah. It all makes sense.
Anyway, can't go to Maya's party tonight without having seen HP4. She and Savvy have already seen it and will be obnoxiously enthusiastically talking it up. Better to join 'em than try and ignore 'em.
So, work. This has been a rough first week. It was long periods of boredom punctuated by crying jags in my car, as it hit me what a big change I've made. I've been lonely for my dysfunctional office family. I miss my work - odd because I was so very bored with my work before this week.I tried to be honest with myself and admit that I don't miss the work I did, just the fact that I knew what I was doing. I was very knowledgable about the industry - seven years in one agency will do that for you!
But on Friday, after getting much bolstering advice from BB, Anthony, and (heaven help us) Steven C0vey, I remembered the positive side of this move. I got slightly more relaxed and learned to love the job. A bit more at least. Now I've moved from "job sucks" to "job less than sucks" on the Suckometer, if you'll forgive a lapse into LiveJournalSpeak. I was even able to call and bitch to Alien Secty. without fear of suddenly sobbing brokenly on the phone.
"You can always come back," she teased.
"No, I can't. Y'all gave me a big party and a gift. I can't come back without losing face," I replied, "which was probably your evil plan to begin with."
She didn't deny it. Ah ha! The truth comes out!
Now to turn my mind to Thanksgiving. As usual, we're not cooking, but traveling - I believe we're responsible for bringing pies to BB's folks' house this year. Then next Saturday we'll visit my mom - no word yet on what we'll be expected to bring.
Our two families spoil us. One day in the distant future, when we're near retirement age, Thanksgiving will finally be held at our house, and a collective panic will seize us all - we won't know how to conduct ourselves. We'll make our guests eat in their cars, outside on the curb, out of grocery bags and styrofoam deli trays.
I heward that Lord Voldemord looks like Orson Welles in "Citizen Kane" but maybe I was hitting the glass pipe a little too hard this weekend??
If I ever find out again that you've been talking to that Covey boy again you are GROUNDED young lady until your 12th Debutante Party! That boy is BAD NEWS--everyone on the block knows about his "7 Creepy Habits" he reputedly stole from the Jesuits down the block.
Bad Pam!
Posted by: Anthony | November 21, 2005 at 05:20 AM
Aw, c'mon! Pleeeease? I know he's a cultist and his methods are completely derived from public domain philosophies, but he's so dreamy ...
Posted by: pam | November 21, 2005 at 06:16 AM
OK, just this once. But you'd better be in before the third fiscal quarter and if I hear that the two of you went anywhere near a Tony Robbins seminar you are SO busted young lady!
Posted by: Anthony | November 21, 2005 at 07:13 AM