Here’s my plan for my last day at work.
Blog.
Read other blogs.
Knit and listen to iPod.
Go for hour-and-a-half lunch, make Steve buy.
Space out.
Crack dirty jokes with Gina.
Leave early.
I will update as needed throughout the day, so you know exactly what I’m not doing.
Last night I dreamed that I was doing laundry. I was doing load after load of laundry for superheros. Our fortress was being attached by detached heads of the Golden Girls, and my only defense was to spit at them as they floated around me menacingly. I’m usually quite a good spitter, but in my dream, I was getting drool on my chin. Yeah, so I was a bit confused when I woke up. Yes, I had been drooling in my sleep. All I can say is that Bea Arthur looks threatening when her head is angry.
I have but one day left at Abbott. Tonight we’re going out for drinks at Jesse Oaks, the most amazing biker/family/sportsbar ever. Hopefully I’ll have embarrassing photos of coworkers to show tomorrow. Against my better judgement, I’ve let the outsidcat out of the bag. Even my boss has my URL.
Like that stops me.
Just don’t tell my grandma, for fuck’s sake.
Since I’m moving, I’m eating whatever random food I have in my fridge. I discovered skunky Miller Lite from my birthday, so instead of throwing it away, I tried washing my hair in it.
I haven’t heard of anyone doing that since the 70’s, but I had nothing to lose. This morning, I used my usual Pantene shampoo/conditioner. After rinsing, I cracked open a warm one, and poured it on my head. After a rinse, and a towel dry, I styled normally (that means I didn’t style at all) and headed off to work.
I can’t say that I smell boozy, but every once in a while, I’ll catch the yeasty waft of beer, and wonder if it’s my imagination.
My hair looks and feels exactly the same.
Nerve.com has an ongoing feature called “I Did It for Science”. Fetish bars,
Craigslist nude housecleaning, etc. are explored under the thin officiality of a mildly scientific format. I freaking love it.
This time, it was dressing like a dude. As usual, I had to stifle my giggles. There are people at work here.
The best part was that Rev. Jen, as a dude, reminds me of a certain other fellow.
Since I’m moving, I’m eating whatever random food I have in my fridge. I discovered skunky Miller Lite from my birthday, so instead of throwing it away, I tried washing my hair in it.
I haven’t heard of anyone doing that since the 70’s, but I had nothing to lose. This morning, I used my usual Pantene shampoo/conditioner. After rinsing, I cracked open a warm one, and poured it on my head. After a rinse, and a towel dry, I styled normally (that means I didn’t style at all) and headed off to work.
I can’t say that I smell boozy, but every once in a while, I’ll catch the yeasty waft of beer, and wonder if it’s my imagination.
My hair looks and feels exactly the same.
I scored mad boxes at janky Jewel last night, and started packing. I have a mountain of unwanted goods and services in a corner of my bedroom. I am fairly proud of my ability to stay on task with all of this. I am neither waiting till the last minute, nor exclusively using plastic garbage bags.
It was so warm, though, that I ended up doing a majority of the packing wearing nothing but underpants and a sharpie (tucked in the band).
Sorry, Mom, if that was too much.
Anyway, the dream I had last night involved moving to another foreign country to be an au pair, again. There was a little boy and a little girl, just like last time. The difference is that the kids liked me, and we had fun. At one point, I knit the boy a very specific looking doll – it looked a lot like Jack Skellington, but with a cowboy hat.
I’d draw and post it, but you’d be like “What’s that little stick figure for?”
I, my friends, had a stellar weekend. I ate an amazing green curry, watched Blade, had the best guacamole ever, drank martinis, danced, watched Jason pack, and had my first manicure/pedicure experience. Not too shabby for my second-to-last weekend in town. Oh, I got a call on Saturday from the person judging my TKGA master knitter submission. She wanted to make sure to mail my swatches back to the best address. Because I’ll be neither in Waukegan nor Champaign, she’s mailing them to Jason’s. I’m so freaking excited.