Hey kids… things are getting spicy around here. LIVENING UP THE PLACE! We’ve got a lot to cover today, mostly things that I feel like I need to document so that when my memory doesn’t serve me I can come back here and see what actually happened. Here is our agenda:
*A super duper exciting awesome surprise for Lucky via our Vegas Trip
* My career advancement
* How 2 guys from my past almost messed shiz up with High School Crush
Ok, let’s get started!
Lucky – I was at this luncheon for work the other day and got to chatting with my only friends in the office. We were yammering on about how none of us have any savings because we all lurve to travel. The token single lady in the office – she is 50, owns a house with her sister, and has never been married (a story for another day) – but she travels all the time offered some Vegas advice. First, she said we will have the time of our lives at MGM. CHECK! Then she was all, “LISTEN UP! I’m about to tell you some free things to do…” Some of them I was like eh whatevs, I’d rather pay $30 and get a margarita the size of my head but one thing stuck out in particular. At one Caeser’s Palace there is a MARTHA STEWART garden that she MS, the hoodrat herself, comes to garden in every season. Since you’re such a MS fan I thought it in our best interest to check it out whilst wearing our sequins and drinking our giant ‘ritas.
I had an interview Wednesday morning for a job in the city I want to live in. I know right? I’m excited too. Anyway, it started out as an in person interview, then somewhere along the way they figured out that I live far away and asked that we just do a phone interview for now. So Wednesday morning I got up early for this interview and it went really well. The guy that was interviewing me seemed like he was either 85 years old or not all there. Either way, I think it worked to my advantage. I’ll find out next week if I make it to the second round. Clinky! Here’s hoping!
With that being said the guy had THE best job interview question I have ever heard, or maybe it’s just because I could totally relate to the question.
“What is your biggest pet peeve when it comes to co-workers?”
I had to hold the phone away from my face so he couldn’t hear me laughing. I mean really, I could have kept the guy on the phone all day. But in an attempt to not sound unprofessional by being like, “WELL! The guy next to me likes to announce what’s going on in his daughter’s sex life and that kind of bugs me.” I managed to dwindle it down to people being unprofessional and unorganized, which 99% of Ciggy Breath’s annoying habits fall under.
So, remember a few weeks ago when I spent the night with HSC? Right, I know. How could you forget. I forgot to mention a few things that happened, and honestly forgot about them until they were coming out of my mouth when I was talking to Lucky the other night on the phone.
So first, remember The Bed Wetter? I mean, this kid has got to have THE worst timing of anyone I know. Literally 5 seconds after HSC and I got to the bar, we’re standing there talking to his friends, and his sister’s husband when The Bed Wetter comes up from behind me, puts his arm around me and says, “Hey you’re pretty hot, can I buy you a drink?” Honestly dude? So I turn around see it’s him, act overly excited to see him like we are long lost pals and say, “Hey where’s your girlfriend!?” Within earshot of HSC. Bed wetter apologized for interrupting and moved on.
The next morning after HSC and I woke up on Chuck’s basement futon, we decided to go get some breakfast. So we’re sitting at breakfast chatting away and I look up and see Douchearoo’s roommate/best friend that I’ve hooked up with (his name is The Farmer) standing in front of our table.
Thankfully he is 9 feet tall and didn’t see my shrimpiness sitting there, but it could have been really bad had he seen me. Or had we seen Douchearoo out the night before. The unfortunate thing is he probably did see me and just didn’t say anything, but I’m sure he went back and told Douchearoo and now D-roo has got it on his radar to look out for me/ruin my life. Sigh. The no drama part of the HSC stuff was fun while it lasted.