- Took fantastic new job.‡
- Won tourney pool.§
- Came home last night to find new Nintendo cooking game% on the front porch... along with a new chef's apron,¶ onion goggles,# a Cuisinart†† stainless steel stockpot and a truly beautiful, big bamboo chopping board.
- Went to happy hour with Kelley. One bottle of wine, one beer, one order of chips and salsa: $16.25. God bless half-price bottles of wine.‡‡
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): With glow sticks!
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Yes, I did. The company that's been my client for the last three years offered me a full-time, permanent position. After carefully weighing the pay (a little less than contractor pay, but that's expected. I'll have to watch my pennies for most of the year, I'm guessing, until I get used to not having free rein of my gross pay), the benefits (401K AND pension, raises AND bonuses, med/dent/vision for $1 a month, garage parking for $25 a month, four weeks paid vacation a year, 10 holidays and one floating holiday a year - for those of you scoring at home, that means I get a full month of and paid per year. Well, for the next four years until I get FIVE weeks vacation a year. Discount stock plan and LTIP [long term incentive program, and when I figure out the LTIP thing, maybe I can explain it to someone else], which means more cash prizes.), the location (same place, five miles from home) and the position (they created it for me, keeping in mind my short attention span, and I will have MINIONS. FOUR MINIONS), I decided that at my age and stage, I couldn't pass it up.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): Cash, yes, but bragging rights more important.
%FOOTNOTE (percented): America's Test Kitchen...
to go along with my last two Nintendo-supplied games, which we never talked about.
Professor Layton: wonderful puzzle game (I like puzzles).
Style Savvy: like electronic Barbies.
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Red.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): I'm very sensitive to onions. I hope the goggles work.
††FOOTNOTE (ddouble-ccrossed): Cuisinart!
‡‡FOOTNOTE (doubble-crossssed): Every happy hour at El Camino, which sounds divey and suspect, but it's actually a really nice neighbourhood bar in what is considered a pretty nice neighbourhood. Despite the name and the discount wine.
§§FOOTNOTE (head... spinning...): I'd hate to be the victim of the first exploding lottery ticket or something, which is where I fear this is headed, given the Kharmic Green Stamps I've cashed in over the last few days.
#NintendoEnthused - plus there's a new hashtag that's supposed to say I've been compensated by Nintendo, but you already knew that and I don't remember what that hashtag looks like. Y'all know Nintendo ships me stuff and I talk about it. I hope you also know that if it sucked, I'd tell you so.
It totally does not suck.
9 comments:
Sounds like you're on a roll! Congrats on the new job. Be good to those minions -- let them sing their Oompa-Loompa songs and they'll be happy.
lotto ticket. If you're out the two bucks, you're still up in the averages of the universe.
Ooooh... I wonder if they'd wear Oompa-Loompa suits too. Or does that fall in the "nice to your minions" category?
Liz! Hi! I kinda worry that the Lotto ticket will spontaneously combust and I'll be the world's first Lotto ticket fatality.
I've never considered myself a pessimist, but it's like waiting for the other shoe to drop, this good luck.
sounds like a fine day to me! Enjoy!
Wow, Marin! This is all such great news. I'm really happy to hear about the job (+benefits), and that the floodgates to good fortune have opened your way.
You're going to use some of that vacation time to come visit me in New Zealand (once I move there, of course) . . . right? ;)
Thank you, Kari, I did indeed. Your turn... maybe Trev could have an angel day today to make up for yesterday...?
And thank you, Nathan. The many weeks of vacation open up whole new worlds for me... like New Zealand. Or Seattle.
I just hate you sometimes.
Following the "things come in three's", it looks like you have two more heading your way.
Just remember that we knew you when.
I know. I had a full week of hatable good fortune. But, y'know, it's me. I'll wet my pants on national television or something and it'll all even out and you can go back to loving me for the dork I am.
Unless Moo is right.
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