Job N'stuff

I like this job.

I do real things for real people and make a real difference. Quite unlike anything I've ever done before.

The people are nice, too.

I'm happy.

So, I'm sitting here at work, and I hear this creeeeeeaking. Creak, creak, creeeeaaaakkkkk....
I look up at the ceiling, it appears to be coming from there.
People see me and say, "It's the building swaying because it's so windy."

The. building. is. swaying.

This is normal to all of them but it has FREAKED me out.

This weekend is Easter. I bought the stuff but as per usual have yet to assemble the basket. I have planned to make fettucine alfredo and chicken scallopini marsala. Not very Easter-y but no one here likes ham. So that's that. It's going to be very warm out so I'm going to pose the girl in all her cuteness for pictures...

Tonight I feel like cooking...but, the man wants to touch my hiney later. I don't know if I have enough energy for both.

Speaking of:

I found out last Friday that I am not the only one who says, "Okay, as long as I don't have to move."

Employed.

I'm employed. Start tomorrow. Nervous a bit...

Of course the second I take this job, another job I was waiting on finally calls me back and makes me an offer. I don't really like having choices. It was easy with just the one offer...but now two? Eh...

The people took two weeks to call me back after several weeks of interviews- so screw them. Right? Taking the one that called me back the very next day and said, "We want you!" I think it's a better fit.

I pulled a little somethin somethin in my neck 4 days ago. It still hurts. I can't turn my head. Feels like whiplash except I didn't do anything to cause it. It just appeared.

I feel like taking some pictures. I'm going to dust off the old camera this weekend and try to get some spring shots. We are decorating eggs on Sunday, and making the magnificent Easter bread. Joy!

Girlscout cookies are in and they made me fat. Fatter. No weight watchers this week. I'm afraid to weigh myself. Bleh.

A girl I used to know had a baby, apparently. She is the same age I was when I had my girl. Young-ish and unwed. She'll be fine, she's well-adjusted...at least last time I saw her I thought she was. I am wondering what the parents think. Especially since the mom of this girl looked down on me from her high horse not too many years ago. I kinda wanna run into her just so I can say, "HA! BITCH."

That's bitter of me, I know. But, I'm only human. I took a lot of shit from a lot of people when I had the girl...and didn't have much help. So, I'm allowing myself bitterness today.

The Chronicles of PTA

Meeting tonight. They are using both of my fund raising ideas.

I am heading up one of them. (OH, THE POWER!)

They asked me to run for a position on the board.

What do you think I did?

HA! Well, I didn't! I said NO. I totally have self restraint! You doubted me!

Stupid.

Also- you have to be available from 8-9 in the morning for meetings. I'm assuming I'll have a job again before June 30th 2011. So, this is the real reason I had to say no. But I still said no! That's important to note. I didn't contemplate staying unemployed for a year and a half just to do this...ok, for a couple seconds I did...

Kara on American Idol is a bitch. I'm just throwing that in there because I'm watching right now.

Lost, on the other hand, rocks. They keep saying though that they will answer questions and all they're doing is making me ask MORE questions. Damn show! Wrap it up already you've only got 10 episodes left!

I miss Glee. It's coming back though, thank the LORD. I wish I could sing. I feel like I have the heart and soul of singer, but the voice of some suffering creature. It's not a great combination honestly...

When I was a kid I would sing and my mom would say, "Stop screwing around you're ruining the song!" But I was giving it my all. They'd even bang on the bathroom door when I'd sing in the shower to shut me up. Whatever. Wii Disney Karaoke thinks I'm good. You should see my scores...

Heffer Status

I've been doing Weight Watchers since the thong/picture incident. I'm down to 132. I can't remember the last time I weighed 132. The problem is, physically I don't see much of a difference. I still have back fat and all that...the ass, I'm sure, looks the same.

I have a second interview today.

King of Queens

People say my man and I are like that show. I have the accent and he's got the sense of humor. We happen to like that show very much. Even when new people meet us they think that immediately and always tell us.

I filed my taxes today. Getting back 7,000+. Finally, getting knocked up at 21 and dropping out of college only to return 8 years later is paying off! That was my plan all along...

I miss summer. Why couldn't I be unemployed during the summer? Go to my summer house with my summer friend...do summer stuff. No, no...not me...I get to be unemployed during the bitch cold frigid fucking NYC winter. Can't go out. Can't do shit. I'm bored.

My kid is going ghetto on me...in the past couple of weeks alone she has said:

"I busted my knee!"
    Translation:  I hurt my knee.

"Do you have to go to the bathroom, Mom? Because I think I'm going to blow it up."
    Translation:  I have to poop. It's going to smell. Be advised.

Not sure where this is coming from. Kids are weird. They say weird shit that doesn't make sense and do weird things that make you tilt your head to the side and ponder their motives... I'm kind of naive, okay...very naive. I wonder if she takes advantage of that and plays me? Do you think so? I feel like I catch her most of the time but it's quite possible she pulls the ol' wool over my eyes. She's sneaky, manipulative and cute as hell. Awful combination. Her poor husband...he's fucked.

I know other parents look at us, the girl and me, and they know I'm fucked.

I do nothing now...

Okay, so, I got laid off.

I found out a few days before Christmas and was kind of in denile. I was hoping I'd find a new job before this one was over, which was January 29th. It's now February 17th, and I'm still home.

It's weird. It didn't really hit me, the magnitude of it, until just a day or so ago. Suddenly I realized I have no schedule, no real routine. I just wake up, take the girl to school and then go home to finish doing the nothing I started the day before. I do a hell of a lot of nothing. Nothing in the morning. Nothing in the afternoon. Finish the day off with a bit of nothing.

It's weird.

Yo Shawty, it's my birfday...

So I turn the big 2-9 this year. Way harsh, cuz I totally expected to be somewhere else at 29.

I will celebrate the end of my 20's with Wing Pong 2.0.  God I'm fuckin old...

Also, the girl's birthday is coming. We have planned a winter luau. Leis and coconuts and...I don't know, more leis. I have a bunch of decorations and crafts and shits, they'll have fun.

My mom called. First time since showing up at my door in December drunk with gifts. I answered WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE NUMBER. Because, you know, I'm still all "That's it. I'm done. I have no parents. I quit." I would have ignored that call had I fucking looked at the number. But no. I answer and I'm like, "Oh, it's you." She was just asking me questions and I was answering and all monotone. She eventually hung up. I'm not answering again. I swear it. For real this time. Stop shaking your head, I really mean it. OH SHUT UP.

The girl vomitted in my bed the other night. Like, in her sleep, vomitted. Like, she's laying there and I'm laying there and we're sleeping cuz I let her sleep in my bed and she pukes. In her sleep. So anyway I get her to sit up so she won't drown in chunks and she pukes again, projectile kind. Yay. Then I'm like STAY HERE AND I'LL GET THE PASTA POT! So I run and get it and she's gone and puked again...so she's sitting in MY bed in a pool of puke with eyes closed. Possibly still asleep.

Where does one begin? How do you clean this? I put her entire self, pajamas and all, into the shower. Then I bagged up the (vom) puke blankets (vom) and washed the floors (vom) all while trying not to vomit myself. THERE WERE CHUNKS OKAY?

Damnit...I just don't like vomit. That's why I'm a fat ass. Bulimia is just too damn messy...