A quick update on Happy Garage: (it's VERY happy!)
Also, one of the things on my Christmas List was a can crusher. I hate to throw away all the soda cans that go through this house but it is impractical to keep and recycle them in their original, fully inflated state. So for Christmas I wanted a can crusher. Don't laugh. They laughed last year when I asked for a really high quality pair of professional grade tweezers, but I've been very very happy with these tweezers all year. Aaaaaanyway, I got the crusher (thanks Sister!). And tonight the Husband helped me mount it. The crusher. On the wall. Get your mind out of the gutter. This is hardware, you fool. So I took the time to crush the three large plastic garbage bags full of cans that I had collected since I had put the crusher on my list.
  
Oh yeah, and I quit my job. I girded my loins after having stressed over it all day and finally called my vice president at her home around 6pm and just gushed out all the words without really giving her a chance to say anything because she is really really notorious for trying to guilt you into staying and for trying to throw more money at you etc. etc. so I told her I was going to two week her when we got back from the holidays, and that I was going to work for my former boss/cult leader and that is was a drop in pay and a drop in benefits and that I hadn't even been looking but that Susy called and it just feeeeeeeels right and there I'd said it could I go puke now? And she of course said I should think about it. Like RIGHT LADY I haven't been thinking about it? Like I just up and decided to quit this job that I've loved for what this is my SEVENTH YEAR? Total Whim Girl. That's what they call me. Yeah. Sheesh!! So tomorrow the cult will gather and we'll talk about my desertion of them and I'll get suggestions for my exit interviews. Terror in the Suburbs!!!Labels: cult, miata, personal urban drama |
