i woke up this morning and immediately asked gerry why he can't get two jobs and let me go back to being semi-retired. i mentioned that i would be more than happy to bake him cookies, in the house that one of his jobs has afforded us to live in. he simply replied that i'm supposed to be moved up to management in the next 3 months and be supporting him... while he doesn't make cookies. fair comment, but totally *not* what would happen! :o)
i'm on day four of training. it's been boring as hell. i realise that most training is, but this has been particularly bad. we've had days where there have been more breaks than class time. and the 'review' time is really more like, review and then chat... i am slowly learning people's names. i'm so brutal at that, but with all the breaks, that's been a bit easier.
i do still plan to go to the staff christmas party. there are wicked prizes that i plan to win. i already want to go on vacation, and looking through those vacation books is not making it easier. it's the worst kind of punishment, because we're all bored out of our heads, looking at these gorgeous places to visit.
last night gerry made me dinner and then we went to jim and tara's for cards and drinking. it was really really hard to get out of bed this morning... hence my little: 'i hate not being semi-retired' tantrum. i could have still been a bitter about the thrashing jim and gerry gave tara and me at cribbage. jim and gerry play better drunk. tara and i don't. :o)
today, after work, we're going to meet in town and shop for a duvet and some bedding for my big move on sunday. (and maybe some black shoes for the christmas party tomorrow night) finally, i will not be living out of a suitcase. and finally, i can not be worried about my shit taking up too much space in gerry's room... to be fair, he's been totally nice and easy-going about it, but i'm sure it'll be nice for him to not have the three bags that don't match today's clothes under his desk.
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