Title: Amy and Emily ROCK
Music du jour: Indigo Girls, Come On Now Social
Yes, I AM going to obsess over this album, thank you. I'm only on track four ("Trouble") and I know I'm going to have the whole CD memorized in a week. It rocks my world.
Well, Bill had his first interview today -- down at the tech center, poor sod -- for a helpdesk position, apparently. I put in his resume with my boss and my boss's boss, so maybe he'll be getting an interview next week from Sun. As much as I bitch about my job, Sun is a great place to work, and the RC isn't that bad a place to start. I've just been here too long and I'm getting old and bitter, that's all. I know, I know... nobody here is surprised. Hush.
You know, I think I need a rants section again. I miss spewing out these harsh, vitriolic essays. They don't really fit in the journal entries. I mean, I'm sure y'all are waiting with bated breath for me to hold forth on everything from the state of the world to why my boss is a bitch from Hell, but I'm going to restrain myself. Try to keep the wailing and gnashing of teeth to a minimum. Should I put up a rants section again? It could be fun to watch me get all wound up about trivial things. Cynthia thinks it's funny. I can't think why. Me: "RANT RANT RANT RANT FRICKIN FRACKIN BLAR BLAR RANT RANT RANT!!!" Her: "Yes, dear." *nods and smiles*
Just like my mom. Hmph.
I am getting my house in order for this weekend. We're having a party for Bill's arrival and my birthday this coming Saturday. You're all invited. No, really. Bring your own alcohol, though; I'm not supplying you drunks. ;) We'll be starting up late afternoon and maybe doing some kind of barbecue. It'll be fun.
Okay, I must go work tickets (blech) and put Come On Now Social on obsessive repeat.
-- marcie.