Monday, September 12, 2005
It is done...
Okay, so I got a few things off my chest earlier and felt better. I made spaghetti for dinner, more out of laziness than want, and didn't eat a bite of it.
The night took a turn when I surfed my channel guide and found THE PIRATE MOVIE on FX. I screeched and began dancing and singing my way around the living room prompting EH and SG to flee. I LOVE this horrible, cheesy musical. I sing every song, I recite the dialogue...in short, I am insufferable.
As it ended, my cell phone began it's musical ringing. PlayBoy. His meeting with the new venture must be ending.
Me: "Did you just get out?"
PB: "We start Monday."
(screaming, laughing, cheering ensues)
We did it. We completely did it. 15 minutes into our conversation and my call waiting beeps to tell me G-man is ringing in. He too is beyond thrilled. The phone calls of "Thank you!" "Awesome job!" "Congratulations!" begin.
BestFriend M's cell is off (lazy girl) and I expect she'll be ringing in shortly to cheer too.
I'm on cloud 9. I can now tolerate the remaining days of bullshit while internally laughing at it all. Countdown, baby!
I'm too high to plan my exit strategy. Do I walk out? Resign nicely? Compose a nasty limerick to recite? Break into an impromptu musical number and sashay my way out the door?
Any talent want to come up with a parting song for me? Because the minute my paycheck hits on Friday morning, all bets are off and I'm walking off into the sunset!
I did it.
We did it.
Posted by Red ::
9:54 PM ::