Entertaining things to do in New York City does NOT include driving to and from JFK airport. Can I say taxi? Get. a. taxi.

Entertaining things to do in NYC does include… going to “The Producers” with my parents (although it was way too bawdy for my dad, it was hysterical), eating pizza (mmm, pizza), shopping and working in the business center at the hotel (’cause they lied about Internet access in my room—bastards). This has turned out well for me, because I just got a job offer from the guy next to me.

Which is good, ’cause my boss quit this morning because the Big Boss is such an asshat.

Yeah, that was a fantastic way to end my day. Hearing that my life is going to get way worse until I leave the job I’m in. Sigh.

It’s been a quiet week in here. Work has been busy, busy and I’m having to do some overtime ’cause I’m leaving tomorrow for NYC for a few days… I’m picking up the family at the airport there tomorrow. See, my parents are taking a long, long overdue trip for three weeks. To Israel.

My dad’s incredibly excited and my mom updated her will.

Does that tell you a little about how the next few days will go before they leave? Mmhmm.

I plan to get some excellent food and new shoes/bags/earrings/stuff out of the deal.

I heard her for the first time last night and she’s fantastic.

Ghost of Corporate Future | Fidelity

Name’s Regina Spektor.

Aaaaand it’s been one of those days.

You know the kind where you have to convince yourself to wait until after work to start drinking? Ring a bell?

Yep, that was my day… and I worked from home. I’d say that’s a sign.

I’ve been job hunting at night. It’s less entertaining than I remember—rather, I’ve never really “job hunted,” so it’s pretty much everything I expected it to be. Mostly boring, trolling sites, reading job descriptions, debating the merits of moving to Kansas (um, no) and if my skills with certain scripts are honed enough to call myself an expert (again, no).

I finally stumbled upon one last night that really piqued my interest. Solid company with a fun motto, great benefits and a job that I could do well… but I’d have to move.

I don’t know if you remember the last time I moved… the bad news, apartment hunting day two and when the movers ripped my couch. Feel free to wail along with me.

Needless to say, the certain knowledge that a job change will also bring an apartment (probably state) change makes the insider kinda grumpy.

I have punctuation issues.

When people send emails that are loaded with exclamation points, it bugs me. They’re like hyperactive bunnies copulating all over the damn page.

What’s even worse is when they’re in work correspondence, and the writer is using them as one would capitalize letters. As in “don’t do it!!!” for “DON’T DO IT…”

I just have no words for how balls-out irritating this is to me.

Why guys don’t change the toilet paper roll when they know it’s empty—and no, it wasn’t because all he went was number one, thank you very much.

Along that same vein, why he did change the paper towel roll—WTF? What’s the difference? I’m confused.

There’s a new person in our little office built-for-two. It’s a guy.

Now, in general, I’ve nothing against working with guys. (Normally I prefer that they have their own bathroom, but I digress.)

This guy is older and just to give you a picture, divorced (gets his two kids on some weekends) and dating someone 14 years younger. With which, again, I have no problem.

However, when said older person (read: over 40), comes in on Monday morning an hour late and hungover, I really do have to wonder.

What are we teaching children if we say it’s OK to be wasted all weekend and then come into work on Monday recuperating from it?

My parents never did that kind of thing—ever. I know they had their fun when they were younger, and don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with fun—but this is two weeks in a row now. I kinda wonder, is this normal behavior for most people in offices?

Give me some feedback all you office workers—does everyone do this?

Oh, how I missed thee.
Oh, how I adore thee.

‘K, that’s about it. Carry on.

In the Boston Globe this morning.. State widens teaching of abstinence and the subtitle, “Romney gives faith group sex ed grant”— take off the last two words and it reads way better. 😉

I had a lovely phone call from one of my good friends yesterday. One who I know is more intelligent than I, who paid more attention in school, who had a higher GPA, etc. Why am I bringing this up, you ask?

Because she called to ask if she might be pregnant. (Mind you, she had already called Planned Parenthood.)

Here’s the kicker—she’s still a virgin.

So what does abstinence teach? Nothing. And it prevents the students from getting accurate information.

Hence, abstinence doesn’t work.

Today was the first time I didn’t get carded when buying liquor at a liquor store. It was sorta surreal. Now I feel old. (Everyone who’s older than me, shut up. :P)

We now have three people working in our office. While I was gone, they hired a new guy and he’s based in our office. Jury’s still out… he seems alright.

Yesterday morning I received a call from a guy I met at the firefighter/medic party last year. He asked me out. Apparently he got my number from my friend who is dead to me now. He’s just finalized his divorce. I don’t know if that exactly makes him prime dating material right now (I’m going with a very solid no), but aside from that questionable fact, I’m a little busy seeing someone else right now. 😉

It’s been a long couple of days. Can’t anyone post something entertaining?

So it’s somebody’s birthday today.

Not that I’m naming names or anything.

‘Cause he’s old you see, and every birthday is just another footfall to the grave.

;P Happy Birthday dear.