And if you know that reference, more points to you.

So, yeah, I've been in a pissy mood this week. Sue me. I'm entitled, aren't I? I'm chipper all fucking day at work, even when people fuck things up and I have to smooth things over and take the heat. That's fine, that's my job. That's why I get paid the lower-middle-class wages. I'm cool with that.

But then I come home and I need to decompress and vent about all the shit that bottles up in my mind during the day. And there's a lot of shit.

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I start my new position on Monday. Granted, I'll still be working on the same floor as my current team, and granted, I'll still operate from the same cube until Thursday, but...no one has made any noise about an after-work drink celebration for me. No. One. I've worked with these people for 2 yrs; some of them, 4 yrs. I've received more offers from people in OTHER DEPARTMENTS for an after-work get-together to celebrate. I'm a little insulted. And organizing something myself is pathetic.

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My family is celebrating Christmas the week before this year, at my sister's house. She offered many reasons in support of her hosting, and while they may have been true, the main reason was that it makes things easier on her. She & Hubby always spend a lot of time on the road during the holidays, as I'm sure many others do. By celebrating one week earlier and at her casa, it a) cuts down their time on the road (our parents live 2 hours from her), b) takes away the whole whose-parents-do-we-spend-Christmas-with-this-year dilemna, c) gives her Greyhounds time for multiple daily dog park visits, which are not as feasible in mom & dad's town, d) puts her in control, something she's not very good at relinquishing.

Personally, I could give a shit where we celebrate, or when, to an extent. I just want Sis to own up to the fact that she has selfish reasons for suggesting this.

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I made sugar cookies tonight for work tomorrow. Not because I'm leaving, but because I've been in the mood to bake and found an easy recipe that will use some of the leftover sour cream in my fridge. The cookies are...okay. Not the best, but wtf. I only had one, cuz it fell on the floor.

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Since I've been home tonight - about 3 hours - I've had two full glasses of skim milk and about a liter of diet dr. pepper. Quench this, bitch.

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I have a dr's appt tomorrow. I'm a little worried, as I've been having some twinges of pain in my left side, right about where they took out my nontumor growth back in July. I'm hoping it's just something like a lost nerve or something. Not the right term, but you know - like when you lose an arm, and you can still feel it?

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Old Navy ads make me want to dress up in a hoody sweatshirt and hurl myself off my balcony.

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I bought a $250 suit the other night at Lord & Taylors. Being the smart shopper that I am, I got it for $25. All about being in the right place at the right time.

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I'm watching The Apprentice right now and I'm disgusted. Dropping your skirt is no way to run a business. Be professional, for christ's sake. This show is giving women in business a shoddy name.

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