A lot going on.
There's been a lot of action lately. No, not the kind of action I usually see with your mom, but still almost as exciting.
I've been doing an insane amount of knitting as sort of a response to stress. Sock knitting. I knit at lunch, at the bar, while watching TV, in between "jugging" (playing notes on jugs made out of Diet Coke bottles) at the Folk Festival this weekend, car knitting, grocery store and doctors' office knitting. Somewhere amidst all of this, I realized that I am old.
Yeah.
Sorry, actually what I meant to say was that I realized I was "Sold."
Somewhere in between the waiting and the spending and the signing and the knitting, I bought a house.
It's not a big house, but it has a barbecue, a basement, and a boatload full of yarn storage space in the form of shelves, closets, nooks and crannies.
All of myshit extremely valuable possessions are in limbo right now, meaning I'm dressing out of a bag and walking around looking even worse than I normally do, it that's entirely possible. Today I went to work in flip flops (I changed them when I actually got to my cube) and some interesting only slightly coordinating pieces that desperately needed ironing.
I've warned everyone that I'm going to be hobo-licious until the big move date on Friday, but I was still rather surprised when I was called into the conference room this afternoon. I was pretty sure I was going to be given a talk on looking professional and about changing out of the 'flops BEFORE sitting at my desk, but instead I was offered a rather sizeable promotion.
Stunned (and trying to cover the coffee stain on my slacks with my sweater), I asked "What? Am I even qualified for this job?" (I'm not.)
Slick, eh? No one knows how to negotiate like this lady here. We had a nice long talk about my various merits and why I WILL be qualified in two weeks, I requested some intense training, and he said we'd start soon.
So apparently I'm going to be moving on up, and it seems like it's going to be a pretty big move. I'm also going to be receiving a nice little raise.
Also, my hair has grown out and now touches my shoulders. It still looks BAD, but at least it's not chin length anymore.
Currently I'm very tired and a lot stressed, and I know the next few weeks are going to be busy as I learn to do someone else's job while I train someone else to take over my own. And move. And try to do sixteen freaking loads of laundry.
Maybe now that I'm getting promoted, I can feel justified in dropping a little more money on stain resistant pants, to avoid the coffee-stain thing that seems to happen at least once every week.
I've been doing an insane amount of knitting as sort of a response to stress. Sock knitting. I knit at lunch, at the bar, while watching TV, in between "jugging" (playing notes on jugs made out of Diet Coke bottles) at the Folk Festival this weekend, car knitting, grocery store and doctors' office knitting. Somewhere amidst all of this, I realized that I am old.
Yeah.
Sorry, actually what I meant to say was that I realized I was "Sold."
Somewhere in between the waiting and the spending and the signing and the knitting, I bought a house.
It's not a big house, but it has a barbecue, a basement, and a boatload full of yarn storage space in the form of shelves, closets, nooks and crannies.
All of my
I've warned everyone that I'm going to be hobo-licious until the big move date on Friday, but I was still rather surprised when I was called into the conference room this afternoon. I was pretty sure I was going to be given a talk on looking professional and about changing out of the 'flops BEFORE sitting at my desk, but instead I was offered a rather sizeable promotion.
Stunned (and trying to cover the coffee stain on my slacks with my sweater), I asked "What? Am I even qualified for this job?" (I'm not.)
Slick, eh? No one knows how to negotiate like this lady here. We had a nice long talk about my various merits and why I WILL be qualified in two weeks, I requested some intense training, and he said we'd start soon.
So apparently I'm going to be moving on up, and it seems like it's going to be a pretty big move. I'm also going to be receiving a nice little raise.
Also, my hair has grown out and now touches my shoulders. It still looks BAD, but at least it's not chin length anymore.
Currently I'm very tired and a lot stressed, and I know the next few weeks are going to be busy as I learn to do someone else's job while I train someone else to take over my own. And move. And try to do sixteen freaking loads of laundry.
Maybe now that I'm getting promoted, I can feel justified in dropping a little more money on stain resistant pants, to avoid the coffee-stain thing that seems to happen at least once every week.
posted at 7:37 PM
7 Comments:
Damn. You really do have a lot going on.
Congrats on the house and the promotion! I am not at all jealous or bitter. Just happy for you... No, really. I am.
While I heard about all of this already through the Stepho and Garvin network, I wanted to congratulate you on all these happenings.
Huzzah!
You knit...in the GROCERY STORE??? The rest seems perfectly normal...but the grocery store???
Seriously--congrats on the house AND the promotion! (How happy can one Momby be?!!)
Um...one question: Did you KNIT the house??
Love ya!
The general idea in our house is that we would be happy for you, if not for the overwhelming jealousy.
We'll let you know if we get there.
wow, congrats and congrats. well done.
Cool. Ask me about my solar panel plan, sometime. Hey! You haven't given me a friend request on Myspace, yet...
Hey CONGRATS! See the timing must have been perfect for the promotion at the same time as buying a house! It does sound like a lot of stress right now but think of all the socks you'll have!
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