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Okay, first, before I get to what's really on my mind, I want to address a few of yesterday's comments. Guys, K is my co-very-best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world. I may tell anecdotes about her and exaggerate things for comedic effect but I love her dearly and would never ever complain for real about her to anyone except her.
I just wanted to clear up any misconceptions that I actually hold any animosity towards her. She one of my favorite people ever.
So, moving on.
I got the sales job I applied for. I'll skip the actual job title (because it's hokey) and just call myself a Financial Counselor because it makes more sense than Financial Fitness Coach. Also because I'm afraid one of these days I'll call myself a Financial Fitness Couch and start digging into all my recesses looking for spare change.
Um. Ew.
Anyway, they totally put me through the ringer (wringer?) throughout this process. Two tough interviews (although thankfully the threatened interview with the company president and the CEO never materialized) and two very tough series of tests.
Now, I've taken LOTS of assessment tests during my tenure with this company and I am used to simply breezing through them. I'm going to brag on myself for a minute just to give my next comments some perspective. The last time I tested I did so with the rest of my department - including Chel, who, I've mentioned, got his BA from Yale and his MBA from Harvard. He's one of the most intelligent people I know. At any rate, I took these tests and on three of the five tests I either scored the same or higher than Chel and I completed the tests more quickly than he did.
I point this out to demonstrate that I just have a uncanny ability to test well.
::shrugs::
Dunno why, but I'm not complaining.
Anyway, these tests? Amazingly hard. Algebraic equations, some with squares and cubes or negative numbers, and some with squares AND negative numbers in the same freaking equation. Amazingly enough, I remembered that if you square a negative number you get a positive.
The verbal test was also much more challenging that your typical black:white::open:______. But I had no problems with it because I am a JEEN-YESS.
But those math tests floored me so much that I just gave up and started guessing on a few of the questions. Although I was told later that I actually did quite well. So yay me!
Anyway, I ran the guantlet and got the job. I start Monday which has me kinda freaked because it means I need to finish up my existing projects and get Sandra trained by the end of this week. But at least I can get some OT this weekend.
I'm looking forward to this change but I'm also scared. It's been a while since I've been on the phone and I'm so afraid I'm making the wrong decision. I mean, yes, it's more money now and MUCH more money as my portfolio grows - but it FEELS like a step back. I'm going from an administrative position BACK to a phone slave job. And holy hell, the sales pressure! I'm back to the whole, "If you don't hit your numbers you're outta here" mentality.
BUT - I like the direction the company is going. After a long stretch of low morale, I'm feeling a lot of positive energy coming from the sales department and I want to be part of that. Besides, I'm good at sales, damnit! (Heck, I've been good at just about everything I've done except waitressing. I was an AWFUL waitress.)
Of course, Attorney Leza is mad at me. Well, no, not mad. But she doesn't want me to go. I told her I can train Sandra to do just as good a job as I did, but she's skeptical. There is buzz that she may go to the president of the company (who made the final decision to bring me over to the Fitness Center) to sway him, but I don't think she would really do that to me.
It is nice to be fought over though.
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| (I have so many freaking blogs now it's not even funny. So, I'm just going to cross post to all of them. Diaryland is still my main blog so if you've read this there, you can stop reading here)
Yep, that was the highlight of my weekend. Waking up at 5am with cat boogers in my hair, courtesy Stache, my brother’s allergy prone (and therefore very sneezy) cat.
Not that my weekend was by any means boring or unsatisfactory. Had a pretty good weekend, as a matter of fact.
Friday night K and I saw The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Now, let me just say I LERVED the books. Lerve, lerve, lerve. The movie? Eh, not so much. I didn’t by any means hate it or even dislike it. It was funny and sad and I liked all the actresses they chose and I cried near the end and I took my shirt off.
So then, after the movie ended—
What? Oh, you want to know WHY I took my shirt off?
Hee.
Okay, I didn’t actually take my shirt off. But it was FREEZING in the theater so I pulled my arms into my shirt like a turtle. Heck, I would’ve pulled my head in too, but then I wouldn’t be able to watch the movie and that would have been kind of silly, eh?
So yeah, after the movie I SPRANG out of my seat because oh good Lord I had to go potty and I had to go potty NOW (“Now” of course being relevant to then, not to now, because if now were relevant to now then I wouldn’t actually be sitting here typing this, I would actually be going potty)
But Karen, oh no, she says, very coolly, “The movie’s not over yet.”
Huh? What? Oh, okay, credits. But---- I. HAVE. TO. PEE. NOW.
She would not be swayed. I thought maybe I could embarrass her out of the theater so I tried sliding down the banister type thingy but every time I threw one leg over and looked at the drop from the other side, I chickened out.
Then I started pestering the ushers. “Hey, is this thing almost over?” “Hey, why don’t you kick us out now because I really have to PEEEEEEE!!!”
And Karen did not help things by waving her soda under my nose and saying, “Would you like some? It’s liquid and delicious”
Anyway, we finally made it to the bathroom without me soiling myself, and that right there is cause for celebration in my book.
Of course, I also received further reaffirmation that she is very very bizarre. I told her that I had to go to work the following day to file. She starting talking about how she actually LIKES filing (warning sign right there that the men in the little white coats need to come and take her away ha ha) because you can actually set things up the way you like it or some such yammer yammer she went on about filing and prefiling and how the oldest docs go in front and the newest docs go in the back and yammer yammer and she just kept talking about filing like it was the MOST. FULFILLING. THING. EVER. and how can this be because I know she’s had chocolate and what can be better than chocolate but the way she just kept going like she was the Energizer Bunny of filing oh my God, I fear for her, people, I really truly go so please keep her in your thoughts and prayers because I really think she’s gone over the deep end and she’s contentedly swimming in a sea of filing, totally oblivious to all the paper cuts and such.
(Shout out to K – I love ya, hon. Ya fruitcake)
So. Abrupt change of subject. Desperate Housewives. LOVE IT! I downloaded the first two episodes from L*mew*re. Of course, it took four days to get both of them, but it was so bloody worth it. I watched the first episode Sunday morning. Funnily enough, I had no intention of actually watching. All I wanted to do was make sure the file was good. But once I started, I couldn’t turn it off. I got sucked into the quicksand of soapy goodness. I haven’t watched the second episode yet. I want to pace myself. The third one is going to be on next Sunday so I figure I’ll watch this one maybe on Wednesday. Now all I have to do is avoid spoilers.
My hair is so totally bouncing and behaving today, y’all. I shampooed it twice this morning. I didn’t mean too. I shampooed it once, then forgot I had done so and shampooed it again and didn’t realize that I was doing the whole lather rinse repeat thing until I was halfway through the repeat part.
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These things only happen in my house
A little background first. My mother’s cat, Mickey,
is very old (18) and he has historically stinky
breath. It was discovered about a week ago that his
bad breath was caused by a gum infection so they put
him on antibiotics.
(Sidebar: Holy crumb! I just realized we’ve had
Mickey half my life. I got him in April 1987 after
breaking up with my first real boyfriend. He was my
cat then but became my mother’s cat when I went away
to college. Mickey never really forgave me for
“abandoning” him until I moved back in here a few
years ago)
So I enter the living room this evening and Mom says
to me, “Vicki, smell Mickey’s breath to see if it
stinks.”
“No,” I say, reasonably enough, I think. After all, I
haven’t had dinner yet.
“No, I need a second opinion. I think his breath
smells fine now but I want to make sure it’s not just
me.”
I look at her skeptically, but not as skeptically as
Mick. And he also looks totally offended. (And
please don’t tell me cats don’t understand what we’re
talking about because they so do)
Mom says, “Go on Mickey, give Vicki kisses,” and,
well, I love the cat, so I put my face down next to
his. He sniffs my face a few times and I sniff deeply
– no rank cat breath, so I figure my job is done.
But no, apparently because he did not lick my face, I
was not fit to judge the foulness (or lack thereof) of
his breath.
So then, Auntie De decides we need to get him to yawn.
So she begins with the exaggerated
“Yaaaaaawwwnnnnnnnn”-ing.
I just look at her and shake my head. She is SO
bizarre.
Finally, Mom says, “You have to smell his breath. My
nose is so clogged up I can’t smell anything.”
Soooo…..we’ve gone from “Oh, his breath smells fine
but I just want a second opinion” to “Oh the cat could
very well still have the breath of the dead, but smell
it anyway.”
Finally, I just give up and pop his mouth open
(something we’re good at because we have to give him
thyroid medication) and stick my nose and there and
take a good long sniff and pronounce that he has
perfectly sweet cat breath.
Yep, that’s my exciting evening. Some people lick
toads. I sniff cats
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