June 7th, 2006home is so nice
The conference ended yesterday and now I’m safely ensconced back home. It was a long, long few days—standing at a booth for about eight hours is really a ridiculous thing to have to do. My toes hurt (heels), I noticed last night I was starting to sound raspy (“Hi there, I’m such-and-such and this is..”) and trying to work from a broadband card with a one bar connection just makes a girl want to scream.
Home is good.
I haven’t made a decision about the job. It looks like it was kinda made for me, as the one I really wanted was basically rescinded due to the offer from my boss. Lovely.
I’d talk more about it, but the coworker reads this and I’m not in the mood to debate the pros and cons in person. I’m debating them with a few people and it’s going back and forth… oddly enough, the advice I seem to be getting is to do what I want, but that’s rather annoying. No one understands the concept of TELLING ME WHAT TO DO. 😛
Oh and Moo? I swear to god boy, if you stop blogging I’m going to have to kick you in the shins. I need the nonsense entertainment of the crickets… daily.
firstly… dork. and you know why i say that.
secondly… no really, do what YOU want. do what YOU think is best for you. and personally i think a change of scenery has amazing abilities to help you grow.
Comment by wendykat — June 7, 2006 @ 11:33 am
Wait, no I don’t.. I mean, aside from the normal reasons I’m a dork.. why now? 🙂
And mother of god—I DO NOT KNOW.
Comment by the insider — June 7, 2006 @ 12:06 pm
Move to Hawaii.
Comment by Grampa — June 7, 2006 @ 12:27 pm
i would explain more why you are a dork but it would be self incriminating.
Comment by wendykat — June 7, 2006 @ 1:00 pm
I think you should stay where you are. I’ve been here my whole life, and would never leave. Well, I actually left once, but it was only for a few months. MA is like a black hole…Everyone who leaves winds up coming back. Besides, then you wouldn’t have to get rid of the Jeep. Which in itself is, I think, reason enough…
;-P
Comment by Jenn — June 7, 2006 @ 2:06 pm
You’re not the boss of me!
I say come to MN. Land of uh…um…stuff.
Comment by MooCow — June 7, 2006 @ 5:47 pm
Condiments, Moo, the Land of Condiments.
Comment by Grampa — June 7, 2006 @ 6:05 pm
Yes, grampa, we do practice safe sex up here. I don’t see how that’s really relevent here though…
Comment by Moocow — June 7, 2006 @ 11:49 pm
Girlie you best skype me, lol.
Jenn.. mmhmm.. I know who you’ve been talking too. 😉
Moo.. um LOL. MN’s my goal.. 😉
Comment by the insider — June 7, 2006 @ 11:58 pm
yay! she made a sort of decision. mn… mn!
Comment by wendykat — June 8, 2006 @ 6:18 am
See, Moo, that just opens a whole nother discussion. Are edible condoms considered condiments? I mean, they are something that you put on something else to enhance the, er, eating, process.
What say you all?
Comment by Grampa — June 8, 2006 @ 2:29 pm
well…
there is no answer to that that wouldn’t completely incriminate me (once again). so i’m going to say “if you love french fries why put ketchup on them.”
Comment by wendykat — June 8, 2006 @ 4:36 pm
I’m with Wendy…The best things in life require no enhancement…
Comment by Jenn — June 8, 2006 @ 5:08 pm
I’m a uniter, not a divider. I’ll take enhanced, unenhanced, imaginary, whatever I can get.
Comment by Grampa — June 8, 2006 @ 5:18 pm
yea… this is so not a conversation i ever want to have with a guy named grampa.
Comment by wendykat — June 8, 2006 @ 6:29 pm
I am so glad I was too busy to get involved in this conversation in the first place… rotfl lmao.
Comment by the insider — June 8, 2006 @ 7:10 pm
It’s alright, Wen, you can call me Uncle Joe.
God I love Stalin.
Comment by Grampa — June 8, 2006 @ 8:10 pm