Moving On Up

Ok, first, I had my review yesterday. It went better then expected. It was pretty painless. Bottom line, I still have a job, they seem to actually still like me and AND gave me a raise. A small, teeny tiny one but a raise none the less. Dare I say, knock on wood, don't eat meat and light a candle tonight, I may have an inkling of job security. At least for now. And in case it seems like it, I'm really not rubbing it in. Well, ok maybe just a little. After not having a job for a year due to unfairly being laid off b/c of someone else's retarded management (who got fired himself in the end. jackass.) I feel I've earned the right to gloat, just a little. To me the best part of my review was at the end when my manger asked me if there was anything esle I wanted to comment on or add. I said as a matter of fact there is.

Side note: There is this troll of a man that works here. He's really short, like 4', and is about 60 years old with really stubbby fingers. He thinks he's a sales person but thats prob just from his alzheimers b.c he hasn't broughtin any sales, ever. Anyways, it has become a company joke that he has a crush on me (he's married with a 7 kids and a bazillion grandkids that he loves to show you pictures of) and he literally trails off if he's talking to someone as I walk by. He stares at my tits & ass all the time. Comes over to my desk with a lame excuse, if one at all, just to do so. It was kind of hidden in the beginning but as people started to notice it more and joke about it, eventually openly in company wide staff meetings, he has no shame now. Its really grossing me out.

SO I tell my manager that we need to do something about Charlie. My manager looks away all uncomfortable now b/c he knows what I'm about to go into. He asks what exactly, did he do something or say something. I said he has said some things to others in the office about me that are inappropriate and quite frankly I'm tired of him leering at me. HAHA I got to say leer. I'm tired of him looking down here (I motion to my boobies) and not my face. Manager couldn't even look at me straight when I did this. Manager says I need not say any more, he'll take care of right away and to let him know if nothing has changed in a couple weeks. So I felt good walking out of there knowing I hopefully got this dirty old man in trouble. But if not, maybe he'll get to feel as uncomfortable as I have. Sad thing is though, this guy is so stupid he doesn't even know when someone is making fun of him so this prob won't register either as anything bad. But whatever it was kind of fun to make my manager all squirmy!

Secondly, my fiance & I have put in an offer on a duplex condo in the city (near DePaul) today. Long story short, I saw a posting on a chat board I frequent from a girl who wanted to sell her condo. On a fluke I emailed her and got some more info. Forwarded it to fiance, we saw it Wed, got preapproved Thur, and made an offer today at 10am. We are anxiously awaiting a reply. One of the most nerve racking times of my life and completely spur of the moment. Its scary how everything seems to be "perfect" with this place and the timing of it. One being that my lease is up 4/30 and my landlord wants to know if I'm resigning by 3/7, like in a week and the seller would be able to move out 4/1. I think its meant to be. Lets see what wise ol' 8 Ball has to say...."I may rely on it." Now thats what I like to hear, along with we are giving you a raise.

Anyhoo, tonight, a guy I work with is playing at Double Door. Prob on around 11pm. I've heard they aren't bad. Kinda punk/rock with a side of jam. Prob a bunch of guys that you'd like Tequila Red. I'm hoping to show my support. If you have nothing better to do, you should too. Support your local arts!!!!!

P.S. For any of you that know of the whipcream Tiny night I had with TR and how I couldn't add up my receipt for my credit card, the Tiny did put it thru for the larger WRONG amount. but in the grand scheme of things, it was worth it. Oh yeah, it was way worth it. Just wonder who got the over on that, bar or bartender? Tiny rulz.

I do?

Does sharing the same wedding date as a divorced good friend mean my marriage is destined for doom? My 8 ball is telling me "Better not tell you now." gr8.

Next Please!

So if people are actually going to read this, I will attempt to write at least once a week. Just seems that when I get the time to write, nothing brilliant & witty comes to mind but then again for those who know me, when do I ever have anything b & w to say? Either way I'm passed that now, as proven by below post.

Right now the thing on my mind are lines and people's behavior when standing in them. It seems that more often then not the person standing behind me is right up my arse, usually when they have a football field of space behind them. Its like they think if they stand that close it will magically make the cashier move faster. Or how about when the person in front of me moves a mere 2 inches, I don't but the person behind me does anyways OR they give me the stink eye for not moving the second the person in front of me lifted their hoof off the ground? I mean can we just say moo...ve?

Also, my annual job review is this week. Seriously, what is the purpose of these? Are you really going to rate yourself badly? Instead of all the pointless paperwork and multiple choice , to me it should consist of 1 of 3 things, circle one, end of review:

1) We hate you you're fired.
2) We tolerate you and you get to keep your job....for now.
3) We can't function without you here's a big whopping raise.

I'll let you know what happens Friday. Wish me luck.