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Starting New Things
Nov. 9th, 2009 11:45 amStarting new things.
Because y'all I am S.I.C.K. of myself.
New Job...sort of. They can't make a formal offer till the end of the month but it shouldn't be an issue. It's kind of beyond crazy right now as they have NO ONE to train me and the old Controller has all the passwords to everything and I don't know where the files and contracts are/how to the accounting/etc. Oh well. It's better than being unemployed.
Started new dance class that meets twice a week. SO this means I'm doing dance three days a week: Belly Dancing, Ballet, Jazz and Tap. I am going to work off this flab if it kills me. I'm tired of looking like this. Also, this gets me out of the house and forces me to socialize on a regular basis, which I do not like, but need to force myself to do. My brain cells don't do well with the winter and if I don't force myself to get out, I get all weird and anxious and closed-in, mentally. And I haven't felt TRULY happy in over a year. Not SAD per se. Just sort of meh. Or if I have, I can't sustain it for very long.
Pain has been better, lately. I'm hoping weight loss helps.
New shiny hair color. Loving the brunette thing. My hair looks healthy and it makes my eyes look blue.
Re-connected with old co-workers and we're going to dinner tomorrow. Best to not burn those bridges, in the long run.
P.S. Amanda Potter-Cole. I need you to teach me how to use Quickbooks. Stat. I will buy you dinner in exchange for a lesson.
Because y'all I am S.I.C.K. of myself.
New Job...sort of. They can't make a formal offer till the end of the month but it shouldn't be an issue. It's kind of beyond crazy right now as they have NO ONE to train me and the old Controller has all the passwords to everything and I don't know where the files and contracts are/how to the accounting/etc. Oh well. It's better than being unemployed.
Started new dance class that meets twice a week. SO this means I'm doing dance three days a week: Belly Dancing, Ballet, Jazz and Tap. I am going to work off this flab if it kills me. I'm tired of looking like this. Also, this gets me out of the house and forces me to socialize on a regular basis, which I do not like, but need to force myself to do. My brain cells don't do well with the winter and if I don't force myself to get out, I get all weird and anxious and closed-in, mentally. And I haven't felt TRULY happy in over a year. Not SAD per se. Just sort of meh. Or if I have, I can't sustain it for very long.
Pain has been better, lately. I'm hoping weight loss helps.
New shiny hair color. Loving the brunette thing. My hair looks healthy and it makes my eyes look blue.
Re-connected with old co-workers and we're going to dinner tomorrow. Best to not burn those bridges, in the long run.
P.S. Amanda Potter-Cole. I need you to teach me how to use Quickbooks. Stat. I will buy you dinner in exchange for a lesson.
