Aim High - Dare To Dream

While I'm ending my current job, I've devised a goal that really keeps my feet on the ground while I'm reaching for the stars* - and it's pretty simple.

I am trying to violate the dress code each and every one of the remaining days that I am here. This can be achieved simply by keeping my flip flops on for the entire day.

Today, I had to make an unexpected visit to the (evil) executive suite, and thus had to put on my real shoes.

You win this round, hospital.

Poking The Stick In The Bear Cage

As previously noted (too lazy to link to it, but it's posted somewhere in the blog) B's mom has a limited filter between her thoughts and her words. One part of me admires her directness. Another part just sits back and...wow. No filter.

It is to my discredit that I sometimes deliberately try to get her riled up, and encourage the no-filtering. As I did on Saturday.

B's mom: Are you looking for a new job?
me: Nope. I think I'm just gonna take some time off. Let B support me. Relax a little bit.
B's mom: But he can't support the two of you. Not with the way you live.
me: Well, if we need more money, he can just get a second job.
B's mom: But how will he do comedy?
me: He can just give that up. I mean, what's more important, his comedy career, or keeping me happy?

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B's mom: Are you going to change your name once you're married?
me: [with the most disgusted face I can make] Oh God no. Why would I want a name like that?

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B's mom: If the two of you have kids, what religion will the children be?
me: What we're going to do is ask you and my parents each to come up with a 10 minute presentation about their religion. You can use Powerpoint, pictures, video, etc. We'll choose a winner based on the persuasiveness of the argument.

Reiki

Last night, I attended a very, very introductory reiki training. One of the most interesting things that I learned prompted this exchange:

[ridiculouschick]: apparently you can do it on animals. stewbert - watch out!
[THE LAWYER]: STEWBERT WILL BE CALM AND SEDATED AFTER YOU BEGIN HIS SESSIONS. A WHOLE NEW DOG.
[ridiculouschick]: the thing is with reiki that you need to get permission from the receiver. how do you do that with a dog?
[THE LAWYER]: PERHAPS EVERY TIME HE RELIEVES HIMSELF IN THE HOUSE IT’S HIS WAY OF CONSENTING TO A REIKI SESSION.

Sucka!

I got the dress. I cried.

(I guess I am a pretty princess. Sorta.)

Nighty-Night!

Just as we're drifting off to sleep last night...

B: "When are you going to get your wedding dress? Don't you have to order that soon"?

Cue my latest wedding-mare: wedding-related nightmare - anyone with a contender for a better contraction is welcome to leave it in comments.

(Oh, and while we're at it, anyone wanna place a bet on whether I can remain unspoiled today with the results of the Top Chef finale?)

Treading Water

"Dear [ridiculouschick]...I regret to inform you...economic considerations...position eliminated...laid-off effective June 30."

As you can imagine, I've had a lot going on recently. Like a job search. And the larger question of what I really want to do when I grow up.

Losing this job brings a huge mix of emotions - and whilst I shuffle through them, and find a way to (once again) get comfortable in the not-knowing, I leave you with my temporary theme song.