Moving Again (Maybe)



Iron Mountain, San Diego, 3/31/17 – I have hiked this mtn four times now.

I’m moving to Pasadena!

Maybe.  I think.  Perhaps.

On my company’s internal job posting website, I found and applied for multiple jobs.  Sure, I have a job now, in the beautiful city of San Diego.  More accurately, I’m updating internal processes while I wait for a program to pick me up, which would be the equivalent of hiring me, even though I already work for the company.  Basically, I can stay where I am and continue to get paid, or I can look for something else in the same company.

Still with me?

So I looked for something else.  Like in my dating life, in my work life, I’m always looking for something better.  Unlike my dating life, in my work life, I found it.  The job is in Pasadena, northeast of Los Angeles.  Pasadena is awesome on many levels:

  • The Rosebowl (famous for the football game, though the huge rose-covered floats are amazing as well)
  • CalTech – a center of learning.
  • CalTech – where the guys from “The Big Bang Theory” TV Show work.
  • Jet Propulsion Lab – NASA and CalTech founded JPL to work on space projects.
  • The Planetary Society – I visited and stood in the CEO’s office. Seriously, the office manager Chelsea was very generous with her time, and gave me a tour, which ended in Bill Nye’s office.  I touched a table which once sat in Carl Sagan’s office!!!
  • Adjacent to LA, which has many companies working on Space projects, including SpaceX!

If you’re not nerdy enough to follow all of that, it boils down to: Pasadena is heaven for nerds who like space.

I’m a nerd who loves space.  Therefore, Pasadena is my Heaven-on-Earth.  And I get to move there!  I applied for a position, and the hiring manager invited me up for an interview, which went GREAT!  I’ll be working for a female team lead and a female project lead, who report to another female.  Go Girl Power!

During the interview, the hiring manager said, “We have three jobs that you’re qualified for, and all three managers want you on their team.  They’ll explain the jobs, then you’ll get to pick one.”

WAAAAAAITT a minute!  I get to CHOOSE from three AWESOME jobs?!  Ya, buddy!  Without revealing too much about my work (that’s not really the point of this blog), the jobs were:

  1. What I did for the past 10 years, so I know that I can do it and do it well.
  2. What I’ve done a little bit of, and what Gala Pear does; a stretch for me, with new challenges.
  3. A job that would use my master’s degree and build on what I’ve done in the past.

I listened to the managers describe each job, knowing that I really could do any of them.  But #2 stood out to me.  I’d get to walk around, talking to different people on different teams, solving problems and writing up reports.  There would presentations in front of managers and experts.  The work would be challenging and keep me on my toes.  I’m so excited!

The team lead led me to meet another team lead, and said, “I like that you have STEM activities on your resume.  I like inspiring the younger generation, too.”

OMG this woman shares my passion for STEM?!  I am going to LOVE this job!

My interview started at 9 a.m. on Thursday.  At 9 p.m., a job offer was in my email inbox.

After returning to San Diego and spreading the word that I have the job, my friends encouraged me to have a going away party.  I planned it for the following Thursday, because my boss wanted me to start the Monday after that (just over a week away).  I spent the weekend going through my magazines, taking donations to Goodwill, and looking at Pasadena houses on the internet.  I told my San Diego realtor that I was moving, and she put me in touch with a Pasadena realtor.  I’d find a house there in no time.

“Whoa, buddy!  Not so fast!” said Fate.  I can’t imagine that God would put the brakes on at this point; I prefer to envision a gremlin, who stole the car which is my LIFE.  A green-scaled, evil-smiling, wicked little gremlin who thinks that f-ing with my happiness is funny.

This is what happens whenever I get excited about damn near anything, whether it’s a new guy or this new job.  Like Keith, who seemed amazing until he started talking about himself in third person and invited me to hang out in the woods with him, “Bad Keith.”  Or the contractor who had really low rates, so I was excited to have him work in my house, until he told me, “You need sex.”  Or the Coast Rican vacation with a handsome man, which seemed like I won the lottery, until it became a Trip from Hell.  Sigh, here we go again!

Since I just moved from Dallas to San Diego, the company doesn’t want to pay for a new Relocation Package.  Sure, I could move myself; Pasadena is just a couple of hours north of San Diego, no big deal, right?  Except…

  • I would be walking away from thousands of dollars promised under my current Relo Pkg.
  • I would have to pay for movers, which could be $2k.
  • Since this is an internal transfer, the hiring manager cannot offer me a sign on bonus. So any benefit ($$$$) must come in the form of a Relo Pkg.
  • If I move before a year is up (which would be the end of November), I have to repay all the money that the company paid to move me out here ($$,$$$).
  • For me to get another Relo Pkg so soon and avoid having to refund my previous Relo Pkg, I need an Exception Form signed by the Vice President*.

*That’s the VP of the company, not of the United States of America.  Altho, it might be equally difficult to obtain the signature!

To recap: I need a program.  Pasadena has a program.  I want to move to Pasadena. I can’t move to Pasadena.

I expect the Marx brothers to come out and go “Woot Woot Woot!” or throw a pie in my face.  I mean, this can’t be real, so it must be a Saturday Night Life skit, right?  I mean, companies are perfectly logical, so there is an easy way to fix this, right?

Why do my friends start laughing hysterically when I said, “Companies are perfectly logical?”


In the meanwhile, this is how all the above is affecting my dating life:

  • Cancelled a date with a great guy (a Longhorn, nonetheless!).
  • Changed my Match profile to show my location as Pasadena.
  • Received several winks and likes from 56-year-old men in Pasadena.
  • Found a cute guy who said that he worked in Space, emailed him a “Hey, Rocket Scientist! I’m a mechanical engineer!  Let’s get together,” and waited for him to email back.
  • Found out I might not be moving after all.
  • Deactivated my account. After all, I might not be moving; but I might.

So here I am, in limbo.  Again.  I feel like I’ve been in limbo for over a year; first, waiting to hear if I got the job, then waiting to learn my start date, then waiting to find a program.  I’ve been living in an apartment, waiting to find out whether I can get a job in Pasadena or LA.  If not, I can buy a house here by the end of the year and settle down.  I’m pretty blessed to know that I’ll be ok either way.  But limbo sucks.

Going Away Party

Thursday night, I went to my “Going Away Party,” which became a “You’re Going to Have To Put Up With Me For A While Longer Party.”  My friends were happy about that, and hopeful that there would be a quick resolution to my situation.  We drank and ate and were merry.

As for me, I’m still dreaming of moving to Pasadena and dating a CalTech professor.  Or maybe a rocket scientist who works at JPL.  Sally will attend graduate school at CalTech and move in with me.  She’ll be married to Penny by then, so we’ll all live happily ever after.

Did you hear that?  I swear, I just heard a gremlin snicker!



Sunset as seen from my apartment’s balcony.


California Dreamin’ (Continued)


Good news!  I haven’t received a rejection letter!  JPL sent me a rejection letter within 48 hours of my application to a requisition for ME IV, for which I wasn’t qualified (I don’t have flight hardware or space shuttle design experience).  Since I applied for the Cable Harness Engineer III position over 72 hours ago, I’m taking the lack of rejection letter as a sign that they’re still reviewing my resume.  WHOO HOO!!

Thanks for all the encouraging words and the good luck you’re sending my way.  I expected someone to tell me that I’m being silly and that I should be happy with the kickass job that I have now.  For the record, I am happy here, and will continue to be so if I don’t get the job in Cali.  HOWEVER, I am shooting for the moon, and I super appreciate everyone who wished me well!


P.S. I planned a vacay and Sally Ann pitched a fit!  I’ll tell about it soon.  She’s so adorable when she’s in a snit!  Who can say, “No” to that adorable blue-eyed angel?  #WrappedAroundHerFinger

California Dreamin’


“My friend works at Google and she said that they have a job opening that would be perfect for me.  If you want, I can ask her if she’ll pass on your resume, too.  You’d be perfect for Google!” my friend tells me.

My gut reaction is, “No, I wouldn’t.  Google is software, and I am a hardware engineer.”  Then I check out the links that he sends me: self-driving cars, Google glasses, Project Loon, Makali…Google has some brilliant, wacky projects that I’d LOVE to work on!

But, I’ll have to move to California.  This deserves a Pro/Con List.  Ok first, beaches: I am ambivalent.  That is, I like to visit…for about 5 minutes.  Then sand sticks to my skin and makes me itchy, the sun scorches my pale white Irish skin, and I swear I can see fish poop in the water.  Plus, I get boat sick, even if it’s “just around the bay.” (Reference: the sightseeing boat trip I took to see the dolphins in Destin; I turned green and almost hurled.)

However, I do like to kayak; or did, at least, the one time I tried it.  I’m not much of a water person, ok?  I do want to try it again.  And since the weather is more temperate by the ocean, I can hike more months per year, and there will mountains close by.

MOUNTAINS!  I love mountains.  I’ve thought about moving to Colorado, but…snow.  Gala Pear tells me that I’ll get used to it, that the sun shines even with the snow on the ground so it doesn’t really feel cold, and that skiing is awesome.  But…shoveling snow, driving in snow, shivering in snow.  I think living in Indiana for 3 years of my childhood (age 8 to 11) may have scarred me for life.  Sorry, Gala—I love to visit you, but only during the summer.

While I am working on the Pro/Con List, an old coworker pinged me on Facebook.  We exchanged a few messages, then actually picked up the phone and had a conversation.  Old school, I know.  That’s how I roll.  Well, that’s how I roll when my thumbs are tired of talking, anyway!

Here’s his story in a nutshell, “After I was laid off, my wife left me.  I moved back in with my mom in California.  It took me 8 months, but I found a job in the bay area.”

The hottie remembers me after all these years, is SINGLE, and is living near Google!  *happy dance*  I tell him, “I may be applying to Google.  If I get an interview, we can hang out.”

“Don’t move to California!  The cost of living is so high.  Your quality of life is better in Texas,” he tells me.

“But…dream job!” I say.  Then I realize: that’s the only item on the list that truly matters, so I updated my resume and emailed it to my friend.  Then he emailed it to his friend.  OMG OMG!  AN EMPLOYEE AT GOOGLE HAS MY RESUME!

Then…nothing.  After a week, I prepared a cover letter and sent it to the Google-ite, asking, “Could you give me some suggestions?  I’m submitting applications online and would appreciate your feedback.”

The same day she responded with specific ways to improve my resume.  Then she wrote, “Cover letters are discouraged, because your work should speak for itself.  Let me know which job you’re interested in, and I’d be happy to pass your resume along.”

YAY!  She’s going to help!  YAY!  I went back to the Google Careers website and printed out the postings to which I had applied.  Then I had the difficult task of prioritizing them.  Shit, which one do I want most?  How do I choose?!

Finally, I settled on one and let her know, “This job is my first choice, but I also like that one.  But really, I’d be happy at any job at Google!”

I haven’t heard back from her, but I check my phone several times an hour in case a hiring manager calls.

Then I did some soul searching: is Google really my dream job?  I mean, it’s AWESOME, but what did I want to be when I was a little girl?  What was my goal when I enrolled in college?  That’s easy: I wanted to work on the next space shuttle.  Truly, I chose mechanical engineering so that I could work for NASA.

Today, though, NASA outsources most of its work to private industry.  Space X is launching satellites that deploy satellites.  Russia’s space agency launches astronauts into space and brings them home.  Lockheed Martin was building the next vehicle for the astronauts, though that project is so far over budget and off schedule that I don’t think I want to work on it.   Plus, Lockheed Martin – I’ve had some dealing with them; just let me say, I don’t want to work there.

But the Jet Propulsion Lab (JPL) still works on Mars rovers and other awesome, cutting-edge space projects.  JPL is in Pasadena (about 6 hours south of San Francisco), so it’s still in California, but not next to Stanford.  But wait—it is partnered with NASA and CalTech.  CalTech is Sally’s second choice for grad school!!  If she gets into her first choice, Stanford, then she’ll be right up the road and can visit once a month, like she does now.  If she gets into her second choice, then we could live together!  Or, she could visit on the weekends and do her laundry.  Woot Woot!

I look on the JPL website and find a Mechanical Engineer post.  Ok, so I don’t have some of the qualifications, like I’ve never worked on a space craft before.  No big deal, I’ll apply anyway, and see if they’ll let me get experience.

I receive a, “Thanks for applying, but we’re not interested,” email within 48 hours.

I could give up.  I could wait and see if Google is interested in me, or I could simply be happy at my current job and forget about California.  But that’s not me.  I revisit the JPL website and skim through the other postings (not the mechanical engineer listings, which all require flight hardware experience).

The Process Engineer position would utilize my materials science knowledge, but it sounds like a lot of paperwork, documentation, and—in short—a snooze fest.

The Quality Engineer position is like being a referee—you have to tell people when they make mistakes and no one really likes you.  Even if you’re awesome, you’re a GD ref who puts everyone in their place, like we have at my current job, engineers still think, “Thank you for keeping us all honest, now shut up and let us do our jobs.  Thank you.  You’re appreciated, really—go away.”

Then I saw it, and almost fainted.  “Cable Harness Engineer III.”  These beautiful words describe what I’ve been doing for 10 years (more or less); they are what I’ve been training for, what I am comfortable doing, and most of all: this is what I’m qualified to do!!  I read through the post and, sure enough, I am more than qualified.  For example, they require 6 years of experience; I have 10!!  They require a BS (that’s bachelor of science, not bull shit, though at times they are closely related).  Excited, hands shaking, I add a new opening paragraph to my cover letter, “Cable Harness Engineer III could have been written just for me: I was one of the interconnect experts at Company R and am now writing a book on the topic.  I am excited about this opportunity!”

That line will either make them think that I’m an egotistical narcissist or show them just how f’ing excited I am about OMG THIS JOB IS F’ING PERFECT FOR ME!!!!!

I email and text Sally.  I text Gala and ask her to call me.  I start thinking about what I want to pack, what I should donate to Goodwill, and how I’ll get Sally’s stuff to her.  A condo near work is what I want, ideally, so that I can walk to work.  It doesn’t need to be big, just a two bedroom for me and Jack.  Maybe three, so that I can have a study.  Then again, we really like having a game room/art gallery/library/guest bedroom, so maybe we need four bedrooms.  We’ll see what we can afford.  I mean, a guest bedroom would be really great, since all my friends need to visit (especially Allie Apple and Gala), but then again, they can sleep in the study or on the couch if I can’t afford a guest bedroom.

Reality check: I may not get the job.  I may not even get a phone interview.  Regardless, I’m going to let myself daydream for a week or so and enjoy the possibilities.  Last year when I was laid off, I couldn’t leave north Texas, because I was still working on my degree.  Now, my master degree is complete, and I can move wherever I please.  Damn, it’s good to be me!

To think, all this happened because a friend of mine thought of me.  It really is true that the people we meet, alter the course of our lives.  If he hadn’t asked me if I wanted a job at Google, I wouldn’t have thought about moving to California, and I wouldn’t have found my other dream job.  Now, I have two opportunities that I’m excited about; and face it, I’d be over the moon excited to get interviewed for either of them!  Thank God for my friends – I love you guys!

Reality Check: these are world class organizations which receive hundreds or thousands of resumes a week.  I would be lucky to get a phone interview.  So I know that it’s a long shot; I haven’t turned in my two week notice.  However, I am going to let myself be excited about the possibility for a week.  It’s fun to dream!

Now, excuse me, I need to go compulsively check my email again, for the 30th time this hour.  Then maybe I’ll clean out my closet, or organize the garage…


PS More on this is in “California Dreamin’ Continued.”

Drunk at the Company Party


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Rockin’ my new glasses on the way to the party

“Too far,” I tell Kevin Kumquat.  He had just called me a slut in his efforts to get me to go to a bar with him after the company party.

“Now I’m offended!” he says, a little too loudly.  “There is no too far between us.”  He sways drunkenly.

I step back from him.  We are in the lobby of the convention center, where the work party is being held: a retirement party for one of the CEOs.  Two of our coworkers stand nearby.

Blushing and painfully aware of the gentlemen listening, I reply, “Look, I don’t know these guys that well, so I really don’t want you talk to me that way in front of them.”  Seriously, calling each other sluts or bitches in private is one thing; in public, in front of professional colleagues, is QUITE another.

“You don’t know Eric?!  How do you NOT know Eric?!  I work with him ALL the time!” Kevin says, again too loudly and with an open arm gesture that almost knocks him off balance.

“I don’t work with him,” I say truthfully.  Kevin and I work on different programs.  Turning to Eric, I say, “All I know is what one of the speakers said about you: that you once tooted in an elevator.”

Eric looks down at that, a little embarrassed, but he recovered quickly.  “What can I say?  It was one of those days,” he says good-humoredly.  I mean, he better have a good sense of humor, since the entire company heard that story.

The other guy present is a guy who had worked in our building, but had transferred out.  I had invited him to lunch, but we had never gone.  Damn, he looked good; the man had to work out.  “Mike!” I say to him.  Yes, of course I have a crush on the guy named Mike!  “Who let you into this party?”  I say it with a smile so that he knows that I’m teasing him.

Kevin, however, is not done with our conversation.  “Listen, you need to go to the bar with us,” he reiterates.

I sighed.  We had been having this conversation for about 20 minutes now.  At the beginning of the conversation, I had asked him for his keys and gave them to a coworker for safe keeping.  “Look, I took away your keys because you’re drunk.  You really don’t need to go to the bar.  Besides, I told you that I can’t breathe in smoky bars; I get asthmatic.”  Which is completely true.  The minute he had told me that the bar allowed smoking, I had told him that I couldn’t go.  Not, “wouldn’t,” but “couldn’t”.  “Call me selfish, but I like to breathe.”  I turn back to the cute guy, hoping Kevin would shut up.  He doesn’t.

“Do we need to give you two some space to work this out?” Eric asks.

Shit, Eric thinks we’re a couple.  So Mike probably does, too.  WTH, Kevin is really getting on my nerves about now.

“No, we’re fine,” I say with a forced smile.

“Hey, you need to come!  There’s going to be live music!  And you can be the second woman to divorce me this month!” he says.

My eyes get wide.  OMG DID HE JUST SAY THAT?!  Now our coworkers are REALLY going to think that we’re dating.  OMG what an asshole!  Sure, he’s going through a divorce, but that doesn’t mean that he can be a total DICK!

I say, as calmly as possible and with a lot of sass, “I’d have to marry you first!  Whatevs!”

Now Mike steps in to defend me.  “Kevin, when a woman says whatevs, you’ve already lost the argument!  You’d better stop now,” he says, firmly but with a hint of teasing.

Thankfully, Kevin stops to think about that.  Which gives me the chance to make an exit.  “Time for me to go home,” I say.  “Eric, good night!  Mike…”

He winks at me.  HE WINKS AT ME!!  Yay, maybe he’s interested after all.  MAYBE he’ll call me next week to ask me out to lunch.  I wink back.

I turn to Kevin.  “Good night,” I say, and turn to leave.  There, now Mike sees that I’m leaving alone.  I’m NOT with Kevin, I don’t have a date, and I’m completely available.  Damn, I’m glad that I dressed up for this now.

I wonder how much Kevin will remember the next day.  I hope he doesn’t get his keys back tonight.  I wonder if Mike will call me.  I think that Kevin did more harm to his reputation than mine.

All I know for sure is, I’m still sober, and there’s a bottle of wine at home with my name on it.



Psych Eval III


She only has three pictures: at the Kentucky Derby with a friend in big, colorful hats; selfie in the bathroom mirror; and a sticking-their-tongues-out pic with a little girl.  She’s beautiful.  I’d date her.

You know, if I was Gary.

What jumps out to me is that she wrote, “Life’s to short.”  It should be “Life’s too short.”  Am I grammar Nazi?  Whatev.  It’s an easy mistake to make, but also an easy one to correct.  Ok, I sound like an English teacher.  Renee (my friend the English professor) would be proud, but for the rest of you, I’m moving on.  (Preposition at the end of the sentence, I know that’s bad form, but I’m going to be cool and deal with it.)

She typed, “what ever,” with a space!  Urgh!  Ok, ignoring that, too.  She didn’t list her occupation, but it’s obviously not English Teacher!

So her profile tells me nothing.  Likes to go out, but can stay in.  She’s playing both sides of the fence and casting a wide net.

Stepping back, that tells me that she’s new to online dating.  She hasn’t read enough profiles to know what to put in hers.  And, she’s not sure what she wants.

Quick, Gary!  Scoop her up before she’s online for too long!  Get her before she gets cynical!

Other News

I bought $77 in toys for work.  True story.  See, we’re working on a project that is hard to conceptualize, so I bought some building toys to make a mock up.  A mock up is a non-functional prototype.  That is, it looks about the same as the end product, but it doesn’t do anything.  Kinda like a life-sized cardboard cutout, except in 3D.  And last week I bought colored pencils, so that I can sketch out concepts.  (Sometimes it helps to sketch before using the computer.) So, yes, I buy colored pencils and toys for work, using my company credit card.  I love my job!

A guy on Match didn’t get my story about how I felt empowered by changing my car battery.  He wrote, “I hope you bought their most expensive one… that one lasts the longest and probably will die during the free replacement…btw if you dating me last year you could have been my AAA buddy and they would have come by and do it for you.”

Um, no.  The answer we were looking for was, “Way to go!  Congrats!”

What was he thinking?  Seriously, why would he hope that I bought the expensive battery?  I don’t understand some people.  And he obviously doesn’t get me!  I can’t date a man who doesn’t know how to use ellipses (the three periods).  I’m such a nerd.

And the Peanut Gallery asks, “How big a nerd are you?”

I’m SUCH a nerd that I had a hard time transposing his email.  I’m itching to correct it!

On the bright side, I’ve been emailing the guy from Speed Dating.  I still have no clue which one he was.  I asked him to hang out on Friday night; hopefully he’ll say yes, because I’m dying to know! #Impatient

G2G – I’m playing softball tonight.  My new company (the super awesome one) invited me to play on their team.  For the record, I’m not that good.  But I do like to get outside, and I love to swing the bat.  Oh, and maybe there’ll be cute guys on the other team. ; – )


This is the third in a series of profile evaluations that I’ve done for my friend Gary of Skipah’s Realm (  Next time: Softball and dating update.

I Love My Job!

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.  I’ll spare you my bad poetry and make a list instead – because I truly love my new job!!


  1. I’m working on a challenging project. I can’t tell you exactly what we’re working on, because it’s proprietary.  But to mis-quote Burt Reynolds’ character in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, we’re trying to cram two bowling balls into a marble bag.  (He was referring to putting on a Speedo.)
  2. Snacks and drinks are free! And fresh fruit every Monday!
  3. A female electrical engineer joked about working with analog and digital signals. “My dad thought that it was funny that the only two women engineers in the company worked in mixed signals.  Glad to have another woman on the team.”  Um, does that mean that I get to send mixed signals now, too?
  4. I brought up an idea that is out-of-scope and potentially difficult to implement, but which might improve the overall product. The senior engineer listened to me, asked questions, then said, “I can see the benefit from that.  Could you do a little research and bring me some numbers?”  Best. Response. Ever.
  5. I’m already a team lead. Ok, so it’s just a group of 6 people in the company wellness competition.  We’re competing against 7 other teams to see who can walk the most (record the most steps on our pedometers).  Still, these 5 teammates recognize my natural leadership abilities.  Ok, so they didn’t want to do the extra work.  Still, I’m taking it as a compliment!
  6. My supervisor is totally supportive of my classes. When I told him that I would be leaving at 1 p.m. on Mondays and Wednesdays, he answered, “Work 40 hours per week and that’s fine.”
  7. I have an office with a door. The last 3 companies that I worked for, installed cubicles.  Ah, a nice wooden door, and full-sized walls, how beautiful you are!  How well you protect me from loud coworkers and constant surveillance!
  8. Drugs in the break room. It’s the good stuff, too.  Advil, Zantac, Tylenol, and more!  I didn’t really appreciate this until I showed up with a really bad sinus headache today.  Thank God for good pharmaceuticals!
  9. Everyone is super friendly. One guy introduced himself, so I asked him questions about what he did and where he did it.  He gave me a tour of the lab and introduced me to some other people.  Others have taken time to answer my questions, too.  And always with a smile.
  10. I had to order a box for a prototype and my boss said, “No problem, it’s about $50, go ahead and get it.” It was $660.  He said, “Ok.”  The purchasing guy said that it would arrive in 1 to 2 months.  I responded that we need it in 1 to 2 days, so I’d look for something else.  He found one in stock at a distributor.  At my prior employer, Company R, I couldn’t get a supply chain person to email me within 2 days!  I’m going to get a part in that time?!  I’m in heaven!
  11. I suggested a shortcut for some work and my super busy coworker was ridiculously grateful. I’m not lazy, I’m efficient.  (“Same thing,” Reggie would say.  “The best inventions were made by lazy people who wanted to do less work.”)
  12. We work a 9/80 schedule That means that we work 9 hours/day for 9 days (Monday to Friday, then Monday to Thursday) and then have a day off.  So, every other week, I’ll have a 3-day weekend!  That is, I will after the semester ends.  Expect more weekend road trip stories this summer.  Woot!
  13. It’s about 3 blocks to my favorite bar.
  14. One of my coworkers (walking team mate) suggested a happy hour. Another couldn’t attend, so she asked me to have 1-2 drinks for her.  Happy to oblige!  J
  15. I told my boss (quite honestly) that one of my former coworkers was the best of the best. Bossman interviewed my friend today!  I love that he values my opinions already.
  16. There are some awfully handsome guys at my company. I don’t plan to date any of them, but it’s nice to have some eye candy.  Human Resources would send me back to Sensitivity and Sexual Harassment training if they could read my mind.  Good thing they can’t! 😉

I’m researching my idea tonight and putting together a short research paper.  Normally I hate homework, but I’m darned excited about this assignment, because I gave it to myself!

I hope that you are enjoying your job, too.  If not, I hope you’re enjoying the fact that it funds happy hour!