Title: Thank God August is over
So What If It's a Government Job:
See Cynthia. See Joy. See Cynthia and Joy go to work. Work, girls, work!
Break out the beer and pizza: Cynthia has a job! Woo hoo! She's been doing the Happy Skippy Shuffle Dance(tm Moni) for three days. "Now I'm not worthless, Joy!!" she exclaimed to me yesterday in the middle of the HSSD, after breaking spontaneously into song and dance in the middle of the living room.
I laughed. "You were never worthless to begin with."
She continued to bounce and grin. "But now I'm employed! I'm worthwhile again! Woo hoo!"
My girl and her priorities.
I understand how she feels, though; I don't deal well with being out of work either. Both of us inherited our need to "be useful": hers most likely comes from her first-generation Japanese-American family, and mine is pure Southern Protestant work ethic. Which, since I, at least, am inherently lazy, is very interesting.
Anyway, last night we went out for barbeque at the local BBQ pit in Longmont. They have really decent pork ribs and their hot wings aren't bad at all. We both stuffed ourselves on ribs until we could barely move, and then rolled out of the booth to drive home. My body doesn't like all that pork, I don't think... I spent the remainder of the evening stretched out trying to convince my stomach to stop torturing the rest of my body. Eventually Cynthia mothered me into taking some ibuprofen (for my back, not my stomach), which helped me get off to sleep. I don't know why, but for the last few weeks, my back has been hurting like mad. We have a new mattress set, so that helps some; no more sleeping on a futon mattress on the floor.
This morning, Cynthia had to be up at 5:30 (!) to leave the house at 6:30 and catch the bus downtown at 7. I have no idea how she did it. I know the last time I got up at such an ungodly hour, I was in the Air Force and didn't have a choice. My poor girl. Right before she left, she cuddled up next to me on the bed and woke me up just enough to tell me she was leaving. I rolled over, cracked one eye open and saw Cynthia in a skirt, blouse and suit jacket.
Holy shit, did I wake up in one hell of a hurry.
I don't know what it is about me and girls in business clothes. I think I developed a penchant for that after Cynthia and I started dating. She loves older women in suits. Who wouldn't? And I haven't seen Cynthia in a suit in a while. Now that she has an excuse to wear them again, I think I'm going to be permanently hormonal. Aren't you glad I shared?
Well, since it's Cynthia's first day at the new job, I'm going to get out of here early and go home so I can get ready to take her out tonight. I still have no idea what we're doing this weekend, past tonight. Now that I don't have to take any more Kansas road trips, I'm at a loss when I have a long weekend. Since my room is a disaster area, I'm sure we'll think of some way to keep occupied. Laundry and cleaning awaits. Woo, boy.
Quote of the Day:
Vanyel: did you know i'm an mcse?
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-- marcie