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Thanks for all the kind words folks. Off to three interviews today. Wanted to share a picture of Nick in a field of tulips I took last year.
It reminds me that exactly a year ago he surprised me with a trip to three European cities. I'll post some of those pictures when I return.
I worked for a bank you see, it wasn't my choosen career path, but it's something I landed into when we got here. It's a privately owned bank which stresses nepotism and all sorts of goodies that having been public, most organizations wouldn't have gotten away with. I worked my ass off for the company and was pretty good at what I did ... then things started to change. Mismanagement ran awry. Another branch in CA closed and most of us were sitting around waiting for our severance packages.
The "bosses" were a spineless jellyshit (yes, that's spelled right) of a woman who cannot manage her way out of a flipping ice maze. Since we were in mortgage banking, there was a sales manager who's a lecherous creep that no one in the surrounding area liked. Quite a combo. Houses are popping up all around Washington state and there's a mass market for mortgages, yet we were getting 1-2 loans a day.
One day I went to work and the spineless turd was being particuarly unfair to a fellow co-worker and me being me and having this deep-seated sense of fairness, I decided to do something about it. I couldn't just go in her office and tell her off ... but the company was running this "Corporate Tagline" contest ... and I entered my submission, "{name of bank}...where the stupid thrive". I knew the moment I hit send, I was going to be in deep shit.
Didn't think I was going to be fired though.
But, the heads thought it was slander. Didn't even bother to question why an employee who's been dedicated and hard-working would do something like this. Who gives a shit anyway ... not to toot my own horn, but I really did help a lot of individuals at that branch, and no one knows the program that we enter our loans into like me. So, it's their loss. I could care less, although it did hurt like a sonofabitch when it first happened.
I didn't cry until I saw Nick; I'd called him while I was packing up my stuff and he came right over. When I saw him though, I broke down and didn't stop until Christmas Day. I just felt like I was disappointing him somehow. The one thing he kept on telling me was not to do anything to get myself fired.
All I know is, that as much as this sucks ass, we'll get through this. Ironically enough, it did bring us closer after a tough few months. It's going to take some re-evalutaing, but I've had enough of the Pacific NW. I asked him to move back east, I'm thinking Baltimore or Virginia. Ideally, I want to move back to NY, but realistically there are reasons why neither of us should be in NY.
Hope your Christmas was better than mine.
I got fired yesterday evening. Two days before Christmas. Crying all night. And over something so insanely stupid...
Everything will be ok.
By sheer luck, I'm #1 on Yahoo for the search words, "andrea sucks". God only knows what I suck at ... but I suck nontheless.
Things like this amuse me.
On the bright side, I am number 1.
Been busy you see. Not doing anything in particular.
After three weekend runs, sad to say no Christmas tree this year. Not feeling the holiday spirit. That and being ill for most of this month is driving me crazy.
Want to go watch the Chronicles of Narnia, one of my most favourite books from younger, but it's not Nick's thing.
*sigh* Took some pictures yesterday, will post soon.
Work sucks.
I don't normally post about Yahoo! news clips because their links expire so fast. This is one exception. Apparently some restaurant has this super collection of wine which was destroyed in the flood and subsequent heat wave that followed. I'm sorry, but I feel no pity for the wine owners. You live in a flood zone, New Orleans has been flooded before. Why, oh why, not take extra precautions with something you value?
Maybe that's too simplistic of me to think. But, I love wine and I never understood why there's all the snooty hoopla surround the keeping and purchasing of vintage bottles.
Sorry, I've been breathing fumes all morning cleaning, scrubbing and Christmas-gift wrapping.
A friend and I were in her car this morning, on the way from Jack-in-the-Box (I know, it's the last thing I need) and we were talking about birth control. She said that they've done wonders for her mood and that ever since turning 20, she's been less moody.
She considers 20 old.
I guess it placed into perspective my usual lament about, "I'm too old for this shit."
20 is not old. And neither is 27.
Moods though, my God. What a clusterfuck that is. I've been weepy and irritated and just unbearable for weeks now. I know that's whats driving my recent feelings and actions. Sucks big fat monkey nuts. This evening I nearly had a total cryfest because I was home alone and it's flippin' frigid in the apt. But that's not the reason. I was looking at baby pictures and all I wanted to do was call my mother and weep.
But, as we all know, weeping never solves anything.
Sorry, apparently I'm falling apart at the seams. Don't know if it's stress or just the weather, or what. After recovering from my neck issues and not being able to move as I once did, I was sick again this Monday. Started puking all over the place while at work (yum!) and had to leave early because I was going to do a self decapitation had I stayed.
In other news, nothing really happening, back at work and a co-worker claimed I'm "glowing". Interesting indeed.
It's snowing, and it's sticking to the ground. Can't believe it, in the two years I've been living here, it only snowed in the mountains. Slipping and sliding outside.
