The Final Countdown!

The folks outside my office are discussing in detail the various types, colors, textures, designs of synthetic nipples. Granted, the conversation was prompted by a daddy who was complaining about his baby not taking a bottle, but still.

Anyway, last week I attended the company holiday party for my new gig and I'm feeling pretty psyched about it. Obviously my soon-to-be boss had made people aware of the fact that I would be in attendance, so we got a lot of friendly greetings. I'm also psyched to know that there are some young folks in my department, including a potential car-pool buddy and that several of them are into the lunch-time workout routine. This is a much missed attribute of my work/life balance right now. Having a 30 minute lunch (who do we work for, the gestapo?!) is not conducive to, well, much of anything. An hour lunch that includes a workout? That's what I'M talkin' 'bout.

Having met some of the folks that I'll be working for has made this whole transition period that much more tolerable and that much less fear-inducing. I'm getting really excited to start the new gig and work with some really smart peeps.

Which brings me to: GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE. I have the rest of today and then 3 more days of work at this place before the end of the year. Gah! So close, yet so far. I had a conference call with the dude who is taking over my role on Friday and he gave me a list of like 8 things to complete before I'm done. Seriously? No, but really though?

I've done 3 and I think I deserve a purple heart for that. I think I can bang out one more and then I'm going to focus my energy on not burning the building down. Don't even get me started on how much I detest our CEO who is complaining about how hard it is to do business in the US (legally I can't say what our operating profit is, but suffice it to say that most companies would kill to have that kind of a %). But, poor ol' Dave Farr is lamenting how hard it is to do business in the US, so he's not going to invest in the US anymore. Just "emerging markets". And despite a 29% decrease in profits he decided to give himself a 1% raise. Makes sense, right?

No, but seriously don't get me started on that guy. I'm just glad I don't have to work for him anymore. (edited to add: my boss is a cool cat. I really enjoyed working for him and he's a stand-up guy. I just mean the big CEO like 12 layers above me. I'm not his biggest fan.)

For all of my loyal and interested readers, I think we have come to a decision re: the beloved VW R32. (Notice how I said "I think..." That leaves the door open still, doesn't it?!). We've decided not to buy it. I guess. I dunno. I guess it just doesn't make good financial sense right now. *sigh*

One thing that helped to reinforce this decision actually, is that I had to borrow Junebug's Civic this weekend. I must have been drunk on the fantasy of owning an R32 when I suggested that I could commute to work in the Civic. I freakin' hate that car. Although it's only partially the car's fault that I hate it. The fact that I get in it and there are random clothes, 200 canvas grocery bags, two empty oatmeal cannisters, a frozen water bottle, 1 cup of de-salted (read sucked on) pistacchio shells in the cup holder, two old yoga mats, a witches hat (from two halloween's ago), random school supplies, an assortment of fake flowers, etc makes me want to poke my eye out. It is FILTHY. Additionally, in the 6 years that Junebug and I have known each other I don't think I have ever gotten in that car without the out of gas light coming on. I'm not even exaggerating. It's actually kind of amazing because it defies the laws of physics and runs on pure oxygen without the need for fuel. I mean, I can only assume this is true because it has literally never had gas in it in 6 years.

Just running a few short errands in that car put me in a bad mood. I'll be keeping my TDI, thankyouverymuch.