So the new guy (also known as: comes-in-hungover guy) was fired on Thursday night.

Friday I was told I was going to the conference in DC.

Yesterday we got here.

Last night I got an offer from my current company that beat the other’s offer—just barely—but it’s a significant raise and a new title.

Said offer would mean: no moving, no learning anything new, no new town, etc. It would also mean that my stress level will probably not decrease and I’ll still be working overtime (although compensation time is going to be one of my caveats).

I don’t really know what to do. Part of me is craving a change of scenery and a change of pace—new friends, new job, new city to explore… the other part says it’ll just be so much easier staying where I am—old friends, a job I usually like, a city I know, the ocean nearby, etc., etc.

Why does being grownup mean you have to make such hard decisions?

I was on the phone with one of my closest friends earlier, as she drove to her boyfriend’s for dinner.

me: Are you there yet? Do I need to let you go?
her: No, no, it’s OK. He loves it when I talk to you before coming to see him.
me: Why’s that?
her: Oh he says talking to you makes me horny.

Best. compliment. ever.

Thank you, thank you, my work here is done.

All of TV is now reruns and I feel cheated. I lost a good three months of TV (at least) and now they’re just taking it away… bastards.

I mean if they’re going to run reruns, at least run the ones that I missed… not the ones from freaking last fall. Geez. That’s so irritating. I saw them open the damn hatch—the hatch is open. Next please.

So Lost was such an f—ing old rerun I ended up watching Criminal Minds, which was also a rerun, but alas, one I had not seen.

Technically I didn’t really watch it so much as listen as I tooled around Craigslist looking at apartments and chatted with the people on Skype, but I did pick up the bits and pieces.

And here, therefore, is my issue. Why do all serial killers have “above average intelligence?” And why oh why do they describe the killer, on every episode of CM, as having said above average intelligence? I’m going to start thinking that everyone with aai is now a serial killer (yes, yes, completely illogical… the whole if a = b and b = c, then a must = c, but whatever.)

Yes, this is what concerns me late at night, after the vodka has been consumed… a nation of aai serial killers are being bred right outside my door.

I’m not entirely sure, but I think there’s an excellent chance I hit on the Moobert last night. And possibly the Kat.

::cough cough ahem::

Yeah… drinking and skyping don’t mix all that well people, particularly at 2AM after you’ve had a shitty day and a massive quantity of liquor.

I’m thinking of a PSA about it…

A couple of weeks ago E graduated from college and I went out with her and a bunch of her friends that night. One of her “friends” had a cousin who came down from Canada and he and I hit it off. A good dancer and a really funny guy, we spent most of the evening talking in French and discussing electrical engineering (his major). I thought nothing of it. It was a fun night, everyone had a good time and he and I agreed if I was ever in Montreal, we’d go for a drink. He’s one of those people you’ll still know in 20 years—a friend.

I found out a couple of days ago that his cousin (E’s friend) was for some reason pissed at me (varying reasons have been given—mainly that I took some attention off her because her cousin and I were talking) and because of that, lied to everyone there and said that I have Hep C.

What now, you say? Why? What would be the point of saying that?

I have no idea. She knew I had been sick earlier this year and she knew the real reason, but instead, she decided to get back at me for getting more attention than her (not really, she made sure she was at the center of it all) and thought that was the best way.

Not that having Hep C defines a person, but the way she made it sound is that not only do I have it, but I want to a) give it to people and b) am still doing whatever it was I did to get it in the first place.

Her cousin has been emailing me and he finally asked me about it. I was stunned.

Mainly, I guess, because I’ve never really been the target of something like that. I tend to make good friends, smart friends, friends who are actually friends, and it floored me that anyone would lie like that about someone else—particularly someone they don’t know. What’s the point of that?

I watched Coach Carter the other night… the movie is good, not great, but decent. However there’s a speech a student gives and I found it gave me some perspective.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?

Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.

It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson

I woke up this morning to the sound of a marching band outside my window

Do you know what’s worse than being woken up by the neighbors at 9AM on your day off? Being woken up by 30 kids crashing cymbals and banging drums. It’s just so much worse.

I got back from MN last night. Unfortunately, due to time constraints and such, I was unable to meet the infamous Moobert—so sad—but since it looks like there’s a 90 percent chance I’ll be moving that direction in a month or so, no worries.

I’m no longer that cranky about it. Granted, I don’t want to move, but Minneapolis isn’t that bad at all. There’s Uptown, with it’s sushi places, outdoor cafes and MAC store, the suburbs with their lakes and coffee shops and the job, which appears to be ten times better than the one I have now—always a good thing.

And the people are rather interesting… or rather, they’ll make for excellent blog fodder. 😉

I got into a conversation with a guy who hates all condiments (ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, etc.) and we began arguing over what is, and what is not, a condiment.

“So you hate peanut butter?”

“No I love peanut butter. It’s not a condiment, it’s a spread.”

“What? That’s BS, it’s a condiment. It goes on something to eat it—bread, celery, etc.”

“Not a condiment.”

“What about salad dressing?”

“That’s not a condiment either.”

“Yes it is!”

We went back and forth with this for quite some time, lol.

So I looked it up. And, according to the dictionary (take that asshat :P), a condiment is: “A substance, such as a relish, vinegar, or spice, used to flavor or complement food.”

Therefore, according to the dictionary, I’m right. 🙂 🙂

Salad dressing and peanut butter and soy sauce… all condiments.

What say you readers? What’s a condiment? Is there a difference between condiments and spreads?

I’ve been sitting here for five minutes trying to come up with something to write about, LOL. Mainly because two people in my life (and yes, you know who you are..:P) harass me to post constantly, and also because I’m sitting in a random hotel room working (on my day off..) and I just really don’t want to.

(It looks like G is getting out of the hospital today… they think it was a virus of some kind.)

So I had an interview today. I’m not really going to elaborate simply because a) some of the people who work there read this :P, b) I don’t really have a lot to say about it and c) I’m still processing. It went well, I scored OK on the test (shut it Yeti boy) and in general I like the company. There’s a possibility that if I do get hired, I’d be moved to the NYC office.. which kinda made my day.

I don’t dislike it here… I just miss certain things. Water, for one (and no, lakes don’t count), coffee shops on every corner (Tried the Caribou.. um, not impressed. They botched my iced doppio very badly.) and the quiet. It’s really quiet where I live… then again, NYC isn’t quiet, but at least I can get sushi at 3AM.

So there’s a slight possibility that this will be where I end up. That being said, I’m starting a list. It’s got to have the best and closest things to where I’ll be… sushi, yoga, coffee, bars, nail salon, waxing, etc. 🙂

I know Moo can help with some, but I checked his blog again and I didn’t see any real evidence that he was a drag queen, and therefore he will not know where to get waxed and get my nails done. Right Moo? ;P

I got a cute email from Monster.com this morning… telling me about a job that fits my search criteria, and would be a good fit, etc.

The job?

The. one. I. have. now.

They’ve posted for new me, lol.

I actually don’t know if I’m allowed to mention this in cyberspace, but I’m going to anyway. G wasn’t feeling well so he’s in the hospital hooked to IVs—apparently he’s severely dehydrated. They won’t let him talk much, so I’m kinda unclear about what’s going on altogether.

Anyone else who reads this/knows me, 2006 is not the banner year for us. Be warned now.

Send happy thoughts West.

So airport security took my lighter and the guy sitting behind me just told someone he was in Boston… um, we aren’t. Should I tell him? Does he really think this dinky airport is Logan?

When I checked in, I got an option to pay $15 for an aisle seat closer to the front… I paid it. When did that crap start?

My flight hasn’t started boarding yet and it’s supposed to take off in twenty minutes… I’m a little concerned.

Oh and too make matters even more fun, I get the joy of working tomorrow—even though I technically have the day off.

Only nine days left… but who’s counting?