Tuesday, February 20, 2007

T Minus One and Counting...

Right. So, it's finally starting to sink in. Tomorrow is my last day here. And even though the last few months have been rough, I'm now getting ridiculous. Completely, hormonally nuts... as in *sniffle* "This is the last time I just jumped for my life out of the elevator" and "I'll never sit in another meeting with you, you gassy, obnoxious pain in the @$$ coworker. *sob* I'll miss you!" I think I've finally lost it.

Let's not get into all of the things that need to be done. No, really. Let's not. My head will explode, I'm almost sure of it. So I'm just going to go sob because this is my last blog from *this* computer. Then I'm going to try to soak the craziness outta my head. I may drown first.

See you on the other side!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Llama Llama Duck

Happy Thursday!

For the original llama-y goodness, click here.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Here Goes Nothin'

Well. My time here in Chicago is drawing to a close. This morning, I verbally accepted an offer for a really big company in North Carolina. I start there on February 26th. Eep. Totally freaking out here. I haven't put my notice in yet, 'cause I'm chicken and I'm stalling. I want to go, but I want to stay. I'm going to go, it's a very good opportunity. But, I'm going to cry the whole time.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Vicki the Biker?

*sigh* Here's the thing. I'm mostly (in my own head, anyway) a very normal, boring person. White bread, middle America, straight down the line. I go to work. I goof off at work, playing on my blog. I go home, eat something approximating dinner and then fall into the soul-sucking depths of my recliner. Sometimes, I wake up there the next day. You'll have that. Then I do it all again. The excitement of my life is stupifying. Really.

But there's another side too. That's the side I try to keep under wraps. The same one that got one tattoo, and is wondering where to put the next one. My evil twin, except the Sybil-living-in-my-brain version. She thinks that an occasional bar fight is the perfect stress relief, and that we (um, I) don't have nearly enough things pierced. She's the one that worked up the nerve to take off for California for several months, and the reason (most probably) that I had the gumption to leave everything I knew to move here for the job.

Lately, I'm afraid she's getting out more than she used to. And, others are starting to suspect. What led to this confession is a pair of shoes. I'm quite the stereotype girl when it comes to shoes. Oh, I loves me some shoes. And shoe shopping? All over it. Like white on rice, baby. My friends and family have laughed at me for years, 'cause no one knows how tall I am at work because I'm always in shoes with at least 3 inch heels. Always. Even my snow boots have heels.

Someone sent me a link to a store, where they bought a dress. I arrowed straight to the shoe section, where I found these. OMG. They are wonderful!! I must have them. I must.

Yes, that's my confession for the day, folks. I don't just love shoes, I love hooker shoes. Silver and clear, 6" platforms THAT LIGHT UP. I've found nirvana.