Ok, job update, since people keep asking...

I am building staffing and profit and loss models in Excel for a reorganization. I spend my days in meetings getting the requirements and then I play with formulas the rest of the time.

Exciting? Not really, but I'm learning a lot about the Finance and Accounting departments of a very large corporation.

Other than that, getting to the gym is more difficult with this whole "job" thing, but I managed to get there Monday (since I was still without job), Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I'm going to go today and tomorrow. Yes, I am a cardio addict. But, there is a "Y" about 2 blocks from my new employment, so I can go there right after work and avoid the rush hour traffic going home, which is nice for me, but not so nice for Todd who is getting rather annoyed at eating dinner at 7:30pm. I told him he could start cooking dinner instead, but apparently it doesn't bother him THAT much.

Ok, I am off to run the numerous Saturday errands I have, get ready for my mother to come on Wednesday, refill my Xaanex prescription, and do some yard work. Did I mention refilling my Xaanex prescription?

Dave and I thought it would be a good idea to go for a walk at about 8 at night, but I misunderstood and thought we were going for a short walk, not 4 miles. I had to stop and rest my feet since I was wearing flip flops. I ended up with 3 blisters.

I got a job! I leave in about 35 minutes for my first day.

Jessica asked if I was nervous, I said, "No, should I be?" She said, "Yes, terrified. What if no one wants to eat lunch with you?"

I replied, "I am bringing sushi and eating at my desk." Problem solved.

She then asked if I had my clothes ready for my first day. I said, "Yes, since last week."

She told me she was proud of me.

Awwwww, being a stepmonster has many rewards. Girl support is one of them.

By the way, I dug out all my "business clothes" that have been hiding under my bed in boxes since t-shirts, jeans, and flip flops were standard uniform at RFC and discovered, A. I own a lot of black. B. I can still fit into everything (actually, I think I'm smaller than I was then...) and C. I'm actually kind of excited to have a real job again.

Oh, and I have no idea what I'm doing. My title is "analyst", but I have yet to discover what I will be analyzing.

I think I'm being thrown to the wolves.

This was taken when Jack and I went to Underwater World at Hugedale, and it just struck me as SO WRONG, I had to take a photo. Hrmmmm, nice beaver.

So, the last Home and School meeting was tonight (Jack's school's version of the PTA). It was way too long. One brand-new-to-home-and-school mom kept going on and on about the deserts being served for Pizza and Subway days. Trans fat, food coloring, peanut allergies, sugar...

Ok, if you don't like it, pack your kid's lunch! I wonder if this is how Congress feels when a newly appointed, idealistic, greenhorn comes in to an old school Congressional Committee.

Sheesh...

I managed to find myself the chair of the yearbook staff, the chair for food for the parent/teacher get together in January, and I'm co-chairing the 1st school carnival for the fall of 08.

Someone needs to teach me to keep my mouth shut.

Overheard Conversations on Amy's IM...

Amy: Hey Bob, how goes it?

Bob: Just hangin' out.

Amy: Fun, I'm still unemployed and Todd and I are still fighting. Why can't we all just get along? I think the convent is looking better every day. Do you suppose it's a gene?

Bob: Is there a nun in your ancestors?

Amy: no, I meant the divorce gene. I think I got it plus some. Dave says I break them.

Bob: You break genes? You putting on weight? (There's a pun in there somewhere).

Amy: Hahaha, actually, no, I can bench press 95 pounds (which is a lot for me) and I can do real pushups on my toes for the first time ever. I'm scary. I do cardio for an average of 45 minutes a day. I stink a lot. Maybe that's why we fight, because I smell.

So...I registered with Capella University. I'm going back to school. Fo Shizzle. Accounting...could you gag? I want to learn how to screw over the government. I didn't put that on my application...

Bob: If you really want to screw the government, start a business. As a woman-owned business you'll get jobs you otherwise couldn't compete for. If you could turn black and disabled you wouldn't have to work again for life.

Amy: OMG, you kill me! Actually, I've been applying lately with contracting companies. I have another one to contact tomorrow that a friend of mine works with. She's a CPA, but, apparently, they also contract with some of us plain folk who just do everything really well...

I wish I could be black and disabled, but not working is kind of driving me crazy.

Bob: Get a tanning light, say more things like "fo shizzle," and limp a lot.



I love Bob...

He's coming over on Tuesday to show me the fine art of Macros in Excel and how to manipulate them into building up massive points for my Neopet. It's nice having friends who are as geeky as me.