Worst. Week. Ever.

I am in the world's crabbiest mood ever today. It's coming to the end of a very long, very crabby week. I either need some more sleep or some more sex.

Or both. Both would be nice.

Study break

Sometimes I will make an entire batch of cookies, flash-freeze them on a cookie sheet in the freezer, and pack them into a ziplock container with a label that says: 475-degrees. 9-11 min. yum.



Of course, I always have to bake a few in the oven to eat right away.



Yum, indeed.

My life for the next 2 months:

Studying for the Series 7 rocks. Try not to be too jealous.

Welcome back to Siberia

Last week Bryce and I took a lovely little 5-day trip down to Venice, Florida to visit his Grandparents for his birthday. What a horrible idea.

This was me, one week ago:


Florida officially ruined me for winter. I am ruined! What is this "winter" thing all about? The the hell is the deal with the cold and the snow? What happened to the 70-degrees, the sunshine, the warm breezes?

Here is the view from my office window this morning:


What the fuck, man?

This displeezes Meh!

This picture pretty much sums up my cats existence - eat, sleep, and look detested when any of the silly humans try to disturb her.

My own desk

This picture sums up so many feelings about my new job, not one of the bad, but most importantly I! have! a! desk!

Snow kiss

And just like that, winter's back.

Ode to Rosemary

I know I'm a little late in the season to be doing this, but today I pulled some of my herbs from my outside garden and potted them in little pots to go in my kitchen. There's just nothing better than fresh herbs, especially during the middle of the winter.

Like a one-man army

I just quit my job. Just got off the phone with my now Ex-Manager. Told him I would not be coming back. Ever.

I never have to go back to that place again. Holy fuck.

I guess that's a good prelude to my other big announcement (even though this one probably goes without saying): I got a new job! They finally called me around 3:30 on Friday, after making me sweat it all day long, and offered me the position AND the salary I wanted (I would have taken it either way, but this was just the icing on the cake). I seriously felt like I had gone out on a first date with someone that I really liked and I was waiting to see if he would call me - it was a little unnerving. I just felt such a connection to the company and the people and, even though I had several other options, this was really the job that I wanted above all the others.

Yay for 2008, so far.

January Sunlight

One of my New Year's Resolutions this year was to take (and hopefully post here) a photo ever single day. This one was taken in the enclosed courtyard of the Detroit Institute of Arts, during our visit this afternoon.

Bibbity-bobbity bacon

Bryce and I got into a huge fight the night before last. Hugh. Like biggest fight we've ever had huge. There was much yelling, some throwing of things, and I even attempted to beat him to death by smacking him upside the head. It was one of those fights where you lose track of all time and space. At one point (I think it was when I threw my wedding rings across the room), I rose up out of my body and looked down at myself, like who are these two crazy people in my living room? Not one of my proudest moments, I can tell you that.

Things finally started cooling off at about 6 in the morning when, I don't know if it was something he ate or the flu or maybe the fight itself, Bryce starting throwing up like crazy. That effectively ended the fight, and broke the spell it had on us as well.

In other, better news, I've had a few very promising interviews and things are looking good on the job front. Also, my current job has put me on Disability. WTF? Let's review the facts here: I've called in sick for 2 weeks now with a fake illness, and without so much as a doctor's note they put me on Disability? So now they are paying me to sit home and find another job? Man, if I had known it was this easy, I would have done this like a month ago!

And I'm off to get my hair done. On the clock, apparently. Rock on.

This one's for you, Dana.

I'm sitting here at Panera, enjoying the free internet and a delicious spinach artichoke souffle-thing, searching for new jobs on the internet. I hate my job. Hate it to the point where just imagining being in that building makes me shake and hyperventilate. I have never hated a job this much in my entire life.

The last time I was at work, I looked around and realized that I would really rather be doing literally ANYTHING than being in that building. I mean anything. Garbage collecting? - sure why not. Wiping old people's asses all day? - sign me up!

After I made that stunning realization, I knew that I couldn't go back. I've been calling in sick ever since. And posting my resume out across the internets.

I realized how bad it had gotten when Bryce looked at me the other night and basically told me, "It's so nice to have my wife back". I've just been fucking miserable to deal with lately. I guess hating every minute of your job and dreading going back the entire time you're home will do that to you. It's like all I wanted to do when I got home from work was take a Vicodin and go to bed.

So anyway, I'm back, bitches. Hopefully for the better.