I'm brain tired.
The end.
Ha, not really! Okay, here's how brain tired I am. I am so tired that I am stupid enough to apparently be unaware of when my very own Bachelorette Extravanganza Weekend is scheduled to happen. No, really. And the only reason I am actually aware of when it really and truly is happening is because I happened to mention the dates I had bought my ticket for at my shower this weekend, at which point every single woman who will be there with me turned and looked at me with horror since they all had tickets for one weekend later.
No, seriously. I really bought a ticket (on Hotwire no less) for the first weekend in March, but myextravaganza shindig is the second weekend in March. I'm just glad we managed to realize it before I got on a plane and showed up a week early. And now it turns out that it's better this way anyway, despite the fact that I am going to have to eat the ticket since those Hotwire people have their nooses to tight on the airlines' throats that I can't change the flight even if I promise a kidney or half of my liver to someone in the reservation center. Now, instead of a bizarre 5 hour flight to Las Vegas that involves a 3 hour layover in Los Angeles, I get to do a road trip with one of my girlfriends and get in earlier. Much better way to start the weekend, I think. Plus, I might make her drive and drink martinis from a Thermos all the way there.
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This weekend was exhausting. On Saturday night, Kris and I were driving back from my mom's house and I felt drunk, I was so tired. kevin's mom was in town, as was Kris, because this weekend was (woo!) my bridal shower. And it was awesome. Presents, friends, laughter, and cupcakes. That pretty much sums it up. It was really nice though, because the gift opening section turned into this nice leisurely story telling hour rather than me ripping open a gift and saying "Oo, I got some pots and pans!"
I also got some sex toys and lingerie, but hey, I think it's required. And no one had to make a wedding dress out of toilet paper, which instantly makes it a good party. Because no party that involves clothes made out of toilet paper is a good party.
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The invitations go out at the end of the week. Holy shit. I think we might really be getting married.
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So amidst all this brain tired idiocy, I'm starting a class on Wednesday night that my boss is paying large amounts of money for. It will actually be a good course for me, but here's the thing. My boss is required to attend the orientation with me and there will be a "group exercise" that involves a pre-assesment thingy that we both have to fill out about me. A lot pf personality crap which...ew. I don't think I want my boss analyzing my personality or my work style all that much, and I certainly don't want to be doing any twee personality exercise with him. It's the only thing that's bad about this course, which is essentially a year long administrative certification that will get my skills in Microsoft Office sharpened up, along with a bunch of other crazy admin crap. And so on and so forth.
My review is also in process, which should be interesting since last year's review basically involved my boss telling me (over the course of an hour) to be more equally nice to everyone and me telling him to give me more money. And there is no way I'm ever going to equally nice to everyone because some people are assholes and I cannot be nice to them if I want to stay sane. Maybe I shouldn't have spent half an hour debating the minutiae of AP procedures with him today, because he hatres when I debate things with him, I think. Because I am stubborn and so is he and we both interrupt each other and dammit, he's the boss and I'm the admin and why am I not just nodding and saying okay?
Eh, it's good for him to be challenged once in awhile. Or something.
The end.
Ha, not really! Okay, here's how brain tired I am. I am so tired that I am stupid enough to apparently be unaware of when my very own Bachelorette Extravanganza Weekend is scheduled to happen. No, really. And the only reason I am actually aware of when it really and truly is happening is because I happened to mention the dates I had bought my ticket for at my shower this weekend, at which point every single woman who will be there with me turned and looked at me with horror since they all had tickets for one weekend later.
No, seriously. I really bought a ticket (on Hotwire no less) for the first weekend in March, but myextravaganza shindig is the second weekend in March. I'm just glad we managed to realize it before I got on a plane and showed up a week early. And now it turns out that it's better this way anyway, despite the fact that I am going to have to eat the ticket since those Hotwire people have their nooses to tight on the airlines' throats that I can't change the flight even if I promise a kidney or half of my liver to someone in the reservation center. Now, instead of a bizarre 5 hour flight to Las Vegas that involves a 3 hour layover in Los Angeles, I get to do a road trip with one of my girlfriends and get in earlier. Much better way to start the weekend, I think. Plus, I might make her drive and drink martinis from a Thermos all the way there.
This weekend was exhausting. On Saturday night, Kris and I were driving back from my mom's house and I felt drunk, I was so tired. kevin's mom was in town, as was Kris, because this weekend was (woo!) my bridal shower. And it was awesome. Presents, friends, laughter, and cupcakes. That pretty much sums it up. It was really nice though, because the gift opening section turned into this nice leisurely story telling hour rather than me ripping open a gift and saying "Oo, I got some pots and pans!"
I also got some sex toys and lingerie, but hey, I think it's required. And no one had to make a wedding dress out of toilet paper, which instantly makes it a good party. Because no party that involves clothes made out of toilet paper is a good party.
The invitations go out at the end of the week. Holy shit. I think we might really be getting married.
So amidst all this brain tired idiocy, I'm starting a class on Wednesday night that my boss is paying large amounts of money for. It will actually be a good course for me, but here's the thing. My boss is required to attend the orientation with me and there will be a "group exercise" that involves a pre-assesment thingy that we both have to fill out about me. A lot pf personality crap which...ew. I don't think I want my boss analyzing my personality or my work style all that much, and I certainly don't want to be doing any twee personality exercise with him. It's the only thing that's bad about this course, which is essentially a year long administrative certification that will get my skills in Microsoft Office sharpened up, along with a bunch of other crazy admin crap. And so on and so forth.
My review is also in process, which should be interesting since last year's review basically involved my boss telling me (over the course of an hour) to be more equally nice to everyone and me telling him to give me more money. And there is no way I'm ever going to equally nice to everyone because some people are assholes and I cannot be nice to them if I want to stay sane. Maybe I shouldn't have spent half an hour debating the minutiae of AP procedures with him today, because he hatres when I debate things with him, I think. Because I am stubborn and so is he and we both interrupt each other and dammit, he's the boss and I'm the admin and why am I not just nodding and saying okay?
Eh, it's good for him to be challenged once in awhile. Or something.
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