It's me, Andrew.
Sorry for the unplanned short hiatus over the past few days! Four posts in the past week? Wow, there was a time when that was a single day's output. I have no less to say, that's for sure. So shall we play catch up?
Work. Work has been busy, unsettling and odd. Mid week we had the sad spectacle of my boss being demoted, and frankly it was not well handled. His boss called us all together, made the announcement that he and another financial controller were in essence switching jobs (with it being a big reduction is responsibility ans status for my boss), that we were now all working for the other guy effective immediately.
My boss then had to clear out his office immediately and relocate to a workstation in the cube farm. To add insult to injury, his coveted undercover car space was taken as well and he's now parking out in the main car staff car park. (In the car industry, that's a biggie.) Then my new boss changed my job description, and instead of dividing my time between 3 dealerships, I'm only doing 2. Which is yay, but the job change took me away from working for my old boss in his new role. Pawn, anyone?
So, weird. Not terrible for me on a personal level, although my new boss is an unknown quantity at this stage. A cut in my workload is good, and my old boss could get rattled and freaked out at times which was hard to deal with. Time will tell.
Anyhoo. On a more upbeat note there has been sewing, a big night of beer drinking with James, a new pair of Thai fisherman's pants (My first and OMG I may live in these forever. So comfortable. What next, a yoga mat?) a birthday cheese-fest picnic for brunch this morning, knitting and a late afternoon movie session of Milk this afternoon. (Along with Doubt, the best film I have seen in a long time.)
Now it's Sunday night, the cheese-fest of this morning is unfortunately taking its toll, but I'm watching So You Think You Can Dance and wondering tomorrow's work day will bring. We live in interesting times.
3 comments:
So are you now going to start blogging now about your period, that special place you touch yourself, and trying to make your breasts bigger so the boys will notice you?
The bigger the better, the tighter the sweater, the boys like us better, and so we must....
Do you have a pattern for the pants? Amthinking they might be good lounge wear, and it won't matter if I lose (or gain!) weight.
Of course, I couldn't leave the house, but hey...
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