WTF

My dad had a stroke today.  The worst thing in this world is to see someone who is usually the rock, be so vulnerable and helpless.  

I want my daddy back.

So It Begins Again

My job search that is.  Three years ago when I took this job, I felt like it was going to be a permanent place for me.  A place where I could learn and grow and there was plenty of opportunity for advancement.  

Three years later, it hurts my heart to say that the idealism I had about this job is fading fast. We recently got a new CEO who is more interested in money than in client based services. That does not bode well for me since my job is all about client care.  

With the restructuring, we lost my awesome Program Director, who hired me and really allowed me to flourish in my position.  I was traveling to Washington, DC for business and learned so much about legislation.  I really found my wings.

We've laid off 5 staff people in the past 3 months and need to lay off 5 more by March 1st.  Whoever is left at that point will be absorbed into a federal welfare contract that is against everything I stand for.

I've been reaching out to my contacts and networking like a boss, but my heart is really not in it.  I definitely don't want to be on this ship when it goes down, but it is sinking fast. 

Since 2012 was the crappiest year ever, I want to make sure that 2013 is positive. I will use this as a catalyst for change and growth.  

PS:  how many times can I use growth in a blog post? :/

Numb

I've decided to take a break from tv, radio and Facebook. With everything happening, I just can't anymore.

I've been thinking about that shooting in CT. I just feel so confused about it. There are so many questions, yet no real answers. My stomach has been in knots since I heard the news and I just can't wrap my head around it. There are so many people armchair quarterbacking about gun control, school safety , mental health treatment, etc. that I just can't handle. It also doesn't help that the media is sensationalizing everything to the point of saturating everything and confusing things even more.

I'm taking a stand in my own mind. I will focus on those young people that lost their lives, as they are the real victims here. I can get on my soap box and talk about mental illness and the lack of knowledge about diagnosis and treatment, but it won't bring anyone back. I can rant about gun control, but what good would it to to those families that lost loved ones right before Christmas?

As a nation we have to do better, and like it or not, we are all in this together. Our governments need to band together and start working towards achieving goals, not thwarting them.*

I'll be glad when this year is over an look forward to a brighter 2013.

*guess I couldn't resist not standing on a soap box for a second. ;)

I Know My Truth

In acknowledgement of my new size and shape, I have been doing one of those irrational purging of my closet. I've filled 4 large garbage bags with clothes and other crap that doesn't fit.

Well, that stuff hasn't fit for a long time, I was just too lazy to get rid of everything. Like did I still need the t shirts I got in 2003 for participating in a charity walk? Especially since I never wear them at all, not to sleep in, gym in, or clean in.

I donated all of my stuff to the victims of Sandy, so I was able to get my frustrations out and be charitable at the same time. Paying it forward.

Here is just a sampling of what went.

200, Give or Take

In all of my 36 years on this earth, I have never, ever, ever been this heavy.  I gained 50 lbs since my treatment in September putting me over 200 pounds.  200 POUNDS!!!!

I can't believe it.  When I met with my doctor in October  she said that I may put on a few pounds, so I should curb my eating and do some more exercising. So I started working with a trainer at a gym close to my house, 3 times a week and have been eating a high protein diet.  I was excited to go to the dr, because I was positive that there would be a drastic change in the scale...and there was, except instead of a minus, it was a plus!  She's never seen anything like it before.  I just started laughing like a hyena in the exam room.  I think she thought I was losing my mind.

Listen, I've never been a slim jim, but this is just beyond the point for me.  I have begun to literally measure out everything that I eat so that I can keep to my portions;  I meet with my trainer for 45 minutes 3 times a week and then do some home exercise on the days I don't;  I don't have a "cheat" day.  On paper, I am doing everything right, so why is my body revolting against me?  Can't it ever just play along?  Why do I always fall opposite of how the freaking treatment is supposed to go? Shit.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that my clothes don't fit, and like the stubborn bitch I am, I refuse to buy new clothes in a bigger size.  I feel like I wear the same 4 things to work every day.  Do you know that V-8 commercial where people are walking on the side?  I feel like that's what I look like walking down the street.  Waddling like a duck.  I can't sleep because I can't get comfortable, I'm irritable all the time, and I walk around in a fog most of the time.  Super duper fab.

I'm trying to remain positive, but this is dragging on way, way too long for my liking.  I know that this is insignificant in the grand scheme of things, especially since I know a lot of people that lost everything in Hurricane Sandy, and that I have been blessed with a good prognosis for remission, but it still sucks.

I do know this though: I will get this weight off my body, if I have to slice it off my damn self.

Same/Same

So obviously I have been slacking on this.  What else is new.  I have been feeling like a hot mess since my treatment: tired, cranky, and fat.  I have gained so much weight in the last 2 months, I'm embarrassed.  The meds I am taking have made me lethargic and bloated, so it's pretty much the same as before I got sick.

To add insult to injury, I have been breaking out like a 14 year old boy hitting puberty for the first time.  I never had acne problems before, even when I was going through puberty so now it hurts my feelings to see these massive growths on my face that need to start paying rent since they take up so much space.  All I need is my braces back and a squeaky voice and I would fit in awesome at my local middle school. So it's pretty much the same as before I got sick

I have decided to start exercising.   I need to channel my inner rage somehow. Ok, so I play tennis on my Wii, but at this point it is about all I can do until my body starts screaming at me to sit down and watch Couple's Therapy.  My sick body craves trashy reality shows.  So it's pretty much the same as before I got sick.

So that's where I'm at now. So it's pretty much the same as before I got sick

 

Best Laid Plans

I figured I'd tell you how I found out.  As everything else in my life, this is a long story.

Dirty and I had decided to start trying to have a baby.  Jigga what?  The person who had always poo-pooed the idea of children and was tolerant of them at best was planning to make one?!?!?!  Yes, Dirty wore me down.

Anyway, after a month of "trying" aka banging all the time, I started to feel weird.  Like super forgetful, shaky and lightheaded.  Everyone at my job was like "BABY".  But I didn't feel that. I knew that my body was revolting against me, and it wasn't for a good reason like incubating a baby.  

I took a pregnancy test.  Negative.  I went to my primary doctor, she did a standard blood test.  Normal.  I was starting to think I was going crazy.  I finally went to my endocrinologist, who when I told her my symptoms was "get in this office NOW!".

2 thyroid blood tests, 3 sonograms, a cat scan, 2 thyroid scans, an ekg, and 6 biopsy's later there it was.  Cancer.  Fucking cancer.  The whole time I was going through the tests, each tech told me that this case was so abnormal.  Um, hello?  This is me we are talking about.  Of course it is abnormal.  I am the only person on the face of this earth that gained weight with an overactive thyroid.

I remember an old post on here when I went through this once before; when everything was benign, and I said fuck cancer.  It is a scary work and even scarier outcome.

Luckily, my type is fairly easy to remedy.  A radioactive iodine treatment, a quick surgery and a few radiation treatments to make sure everything is dead, and poof, no more cancer.  Then I'll have to take synthroid for the rest of my life.

Could be worse, right?

Sidebar: Anyone find it strange how since I married Dirty, I broke my foot, was in the hospital for a kidney infection, and now this?  No?  Just me then?  Ok.

I Always Come Back When I Need Something

As I sit here and write this I am taken back to the original reason why I started this blog.  Basically to have a space where I can share things with a modicum of confidentiality.  Since now most of my original readers know who I am, this blog has fallen into a hiatus. Now with things swirling around again, I need my corner back.

I have cancer.  Wow, that becomes real when you type it.  Since that word is like a bullet, i should explain that it is papillary carcinoma, and it is a form of thyroid cancer.  I found out in the beginning of August, and have been going for tests and such since then.  I haven't started official treatments yet; I haven't decided what to do, surgery or radiation/chemotherapy.

 I'm keeping it on the low for the foreseeable future, so no mentions on Facebook or anything.  Basically only Dirty, my parents, his mom and my sister know.  I've told my boss and key work people and they have been great.  I just want to keep it a secret now because I don't want those pity faces and the constant talk about when so-and-so had cancer this is now she handled it.

Right now, I am continuing to the be the sarcastic rag that I have always been.  The only thing that works for me right now in regards to this is that whenever I ask Dirty for something, he can't deny me (not that he ever did anyway).

Sloane: Honey boo boo, I need a cleaning lady
Dirty: Come on the house is not that big
Sloane: Please?
Dirty: No.
Sloane: But I have cancer!
Dirty: Ugh, fine.

Works like a charm every time.


PS: who is watching Honey Boo Boo?  No joke, that was God's gift to me when I was diagnosed. ;)

Avoidance

I haven't been avoiding the blog on purpose or anything, its just that the longer I go without posting anything, I feel silly coming back to it; like does anyone really care what I have to say anymore?

Everything I've written about is obsolete now:

My snarky complaints about how I hate my job and boss are non existent. I know everyone loved a scandalous Sidekick story, but since I changed jobs and I get along great with my boss (especially since she keeps throwing money at me) I have no complaints on the work front. I actually LIKE going into work. Shocker, I know.

Health problems? I've accepted that I have these issues and have been making strides to take better care of myself, my thyroid and my intestines. Nothing action packed there.

Me and Dirty? We've turned into an old married couple after just one year. I love it. We are so well suited to each other, it makes ME sick sometimes. We are enjoying spoiling each other (well, he spoils me and I take it), and we just bought a new car to celebrate our anniversary.

Sidebar: before you ask, there ain't no babies in this uterus. At this point, kids are not on the radar and I'm more than fine with that. I did a lot of soul searching on that point and came to the conclusion that right now, I don't feel that a child would complete my life in any way. I may feel differently later on, and if that happens and I wind up not being able to have a child biologically, then there are other options out there.

Anyway, Dirty is sending me and my sister to Universal Studios to the Harry Potter theme park for my 35th birthday. Yes, 35. Lift your jaw off the floor. He's not coming because he is designing something for my second favorite thing in the entire world and is on a strict deadline. I can't mention it until after it comes out due to confidentiality, but rest assured I am putting my 2 cents in what I think it should look like, and some of my ideas have already made it to the blueprint.

So that's all folks. Are you bored out of your brains after reading this?

11%

I've been at this new job for a year. It flew by so fast, considering that I was out from September to December with the wedding and broken foot, and then for another couple of weeks in February.

Anyway, I met with my supervisor and her boss for my annual evaluation. I was a little scared, because I had so much time out, and came back to a lot of piled up work that I am still going through, but I received a glowing appraisal. I got a standard 3% cost of living raise, and I was happy. Signed my appraisal and was just about to leave the office, when my boss’s boss told me to sit down again.

This is when I got scared. I don't know why, but flashes of SK came through my head. (BTW, that is a hard thing to get over when you are at work because you always are waiting for the other shoe to drop.) My boss’s boss tells me that they are so happy with me and with the way that I behaved when I was out (working from home, conference calls, etc) that they want to offer me an 11% salary increase on top of the 3% cost of living.

Jigga What?

Toto, we definitely don't work for SK anymore. I was in shock...still am actually. I didn't get a 1% raise the entire time I worked for SK and that company, so to get such a large increase is overwhelming. This job is so cushy and I really got lucky when I fell into it. I mean, cafeteria, free movie tickets on payday, spa and gym services. I even got a laptop delivered when I was home with my busted foot, and then they paid for car service when I had my mobile boot on.

Lucky. That's how I feel right now.

Although, I could have broken 6 figures if they would have given me 1% more. Eh, I'll suck it up and be happy. ;)

In the Poorhouse

Instead of giving up something for Lent, I have made a commitment to post more on this blog. Today's offering will be done 4th grade current events style.

Who?: My husband, Dirty

What?: bought a 9 dollar box of lettuce

When?: Saturday morning

Where?: Whole Foods

Why?: because he has no common sense in his head.

Summary: We went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to buy a set a curtains. Since I still have the dizzies, I don't feel comfortable driving yet, so out of the kindness of his heart, he chauffeured me. I'm sure it helped that the shopping center we went to had a GameStop, but I digress. Since he wasn't interested in the curtains or any other nonsense there, he went to GameStop, and since I didn't know how long I was going to be, and in the interest of multitasking sent him off to Whole Foods with my shopping list.

BIG, MASSIVE MISTAKE!

There was pretty easy stuff on the list, you know, bread, eggs, milk, etc. The WF that we go to has a big bin of loose mixed baby lettuce for about 3 dollars a pound, and you can choose either a box or a bag as your vessel. My list said box of lettuce. I know what that means. Box of loose mixed baby lettuce for about 3 dollars a pound. To Dirty, box of lettuce means hydroponically grown baby Arugula from some boutique farm in California. For NINE dollars! NINE! (Never mind that currently in Sevvie, my Aerogarden I am hydroponically growing arugula.)

Moral of the story?: I think he did that on purpose to get back at me for taking so long in BBB.

The arugula was slamming though. Mr. Moneybags made Beef Carpaccio with Arugula salad that night.

Another Random Survey...3 posts this month!

How do you feel about love right now?:	ask me in 1 hour when I leave my job and get home and find out if dinner is waiting for me or not.
Night or day?:	night
How far away do you live from your crush?:	2 inches
Do you like reading?:	yes
Ever done drugs?:	yes
Do you play any instruments?:	clarinet and flute
Do you try and fill awkward silences?:	no
Do you post lyrics as facebook statuses?:	sometimes
Whats your favourite movie genre?:	documentaries
Do you speak any foreign languages?:	yes, spanish and italian
Do you have more boy friends or girl friends?:	never counted
Is there someone you care a lot about too far away for your to visit?:	yes
Have you ever used someone?:	define "used"
Has someone ever used you?:	yep
How do you feel about "friends with benefits"?:	medical benefits? awesome!
When you are really sad what can make you happy?:	chocolate cupcakes and my kindle
What are your plans for today?:	blowing this popsicle stand and getting in my pj's
Are you tight with your family?:	yes
Do you know anyone openly gay?:	yes
Do you like Goldfish crackers?:	pretzel only
Whats a really funny last name of someone you know?:	n/a
Have you ever been in love?:	yes
What would you say to the last person that broke your heart?:	nothing. they are no longer relevant in my life.
What's the most morally wrong thing you've ever done?:	I'm not telling you.
Have you ever kissed someone's boyfriend/girlfriend?:	no
Who's your best friend?:	corny answer- my hubz
Do you like Thanksgiving?:	favorite holiday
What's the most intersting school subject?:	spelling? since you can't.
What would you name your children if you had any?:	let me decide if I want kids before I start naming them.
What would you do if you or your partner was pregnant right now?:	I would die laughing, and want to find out who the mother is
Do you deal with pain well? :	depends
Have you ever had braces or other appliances in your mouth?:	yes
What do you think of tongue piercings?:	meh. no thought
Would you ever get one?^^^:	nope
How do you feel about marriage?:	so far, so good
What time is it?:	4:30pm
Do you like school?:	yes
Where are you most frequently besides your house/work/school.:	train
Have you ever liked someone you thought didn't know you existed?:	que que? wtf with this question
How do you feel about labels?:	in my clothes? i cut them out. labeling people? I'm in heaven.

Random Survey... aka Bored at Work

What's your name?

Sloane

What have you done today?

Nothing but this survey so far.

Do you have something more important that you should be doing?

Working

How's your love life?

Great

What are you listening to right now?

Ipod

Do you have any piercings or tattoos?

Ears

Do you want any piercings or tattoos?

Contemplating tattoo

Do you have any bruises right now?

Yes

How's your hair looking today?

Decent for once.

Who's the last person you texted?

Cousin

Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with A, G, J, R, or Z?

Yes

Do you dress up a lot?

No.

Last dream you remember having?

I don’t remember my dreams.

What is your dream car?

Audi 8

Do you eat when you're bored?

Who doesn’t?

Are you insecure?

Nah

Are you a good singer?

In the shower, I win American Idol all the time.

What is your favorite TV show?

Do you have to ask? Jersey Shore, of course. I am also partial to RuPaul’s Drag Race, which is all that different if you think about it.

Favorite band/artist?

Depends on what mood I’m in; mostly Ghostface Killa

Season?

Fall

Do you have any pets?

Only an Aerogarden

Which parent do you look the most like?

Mother

Any siblings?

Younger sis and Older Bro

When's the last time you cried?

In the hospital during an uncomfortable exam.

When's the last time you laughed?

3 seconds ago at a client who was trying to bullshit me.

Last time you laughed so hard you cried?

When my 3 year old niece fist pumped at me on webcam when I was in the hospital.

Do you have any role models/heroes?

My grams

What are you wearing?

Boring work clothes

Do you have any posters in your bedroom?

Dirty won’t let me keep my Bieber poster in the bedroom. L Also, I am not 12.

What is your opinion on Lady Gaga?

Meh, I don’t have an opinion on her

Are you tired?

yes

Favorite sport?

MMA fighting

Last time you were sick?

February

What kind of mood are you in?

Sarcastic. What else is new?

Is Anyone Still Here?

You know when you get a new boyfriend, and you neglect your old friends? Well that's how I feel about this blog. I think about the blog all the time, but am too embarrassed to post, because it has been so long, and my blog has probably moved on. Weird, but that's my thought process.

I have a ton of stuff to share, but don't know where to begin. I think that I want to ease back into blogging by doing a meme of some sort. I don't know.

I'm sort of lost now, and instead of making this post into a brain dump, I will end it here by saying that I spent my first married Valentine's Day (even though it is a BS holiday) in the hospital with a kidney infection, and then Dirty and I hit 6 months of wedded bliss, which we celebrated by playing Lego Harry Potter for XBox.

I was Harry, he was the sidekick. My hubz loves me so much. ;)

What I Did In 2 Months of Marriage- by Sloane

Marriage is fun. It is cool when you can do fun things. Some of these fun things are staying up late, sleeping in late and playing Wii. It is cool not to have to be bossed around by your parents anymore and no one yells at you for eating chocolate cookies or making a mess.

Now lest you think I am losing my mind, that paragraph above was written for me by my flower girl before I got married. She's 7; and she left out a few things.

Since we have been back from the hm, we have settled into a normal routine; you know, wake up, go to work, come home, cook dinner, go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. Oh, but I left out break your foot in 2 places and be out of work for 6 weeks.

Yup, you heard me. I have a broken foot that has been in a cast since Oct. 11th. Awesome. It was so freaking painful, I can't even describe. Anyway, my job paid for me to take a car service from my house to my job for the first few days (it was a black limousine, for real), but I couldn't take the pain, so I've been working from home on an agency laptop that was purchased for me. Did I ever mention how lucky I was to find this job? Well I was and am.

I do have to give props to Dirty for really stepping up his game and taking care of me 110%. Don't tell him I told you, but before he goes to work, he prepares my breakfast, and lunch and then comes home and cooks dinner. He's also been handling the food shopping and the laundry. (He drops it off, but still) The only thing he drew the line at was cleaning and I don't blame him. We have a crew come in once a week and they do everything top to bottom. He's has even started the house hunt per my instructions. I did marry a winner.

So that's where I am right now. I haven't taken a proper shower in 6 weeks and can't wait until this cast comes off.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I'm Back... Did You Miss Me?

Yup, I'm back and married!

We had a great day and those that are my FB friends have probably seen most of the pictures, but if not, send me an email and I will friend you. I am posting a few here, but will be taking them down shortly.

Uh-Oh...You snooze, you lose :)

I hyphenated my name on Facebook, so you KNOW its official now.

Curacao was awesome, but that is a post for another day, but I came home to no TV, Internet or phone service because of a tornado that hit. Like WTF? Jersey Shore withdrawls fa realz!

5 Days

We are in the home stretch people! 5 more days until I become Mrs. Sloane Peterson-Super Ethnic Last Name.

Oh, I'm hypenating. Did I ever tell you guys that? Apparently my super ethnic last name matches perfectly with his super ethnic last name and there you have it. Meant to be!

Our final count was 215. Manageable. We have a lot of surprises in store for our guests and I can't wait!

Bachelorette party was this past Saturday and we did a cooking class and a sleepover. Nice and mellow and so fun.

Keep your eyes peeled on FB for pics of the big day! I'm calm right now, with only a few bridezilla episodes, but it looks like it will be an awesome day!

See you in a few weeks after the honeymoon.

Hugsies!

40 Days

Everything has hit me this past weekend that I am getting married in less than 2 months.

Ca- Ra- Zay!

We picked our menu yesterday and man, if someone leaves my wedding hungry, they have serious problems. We are having a massive cocktail hour with hand carved meats, pasta bar, Italian deli meats and cheeses, seafood selections, and some other hot food stuff I can't remember right now, and especially for me, a bread station, with like 12 different types of bread, assorted crackers and other carb-y goodness.

So after the cocktail hour, a 5 course sit down dinner, with the works. But what I looking forward to most of all is our Viennese Hour, with any and every dessert you can dream about. You want cheesecake? Sure. A chocolate eclair? No problem. Hot fudge sundae? By all means. Oh and yes, even a chocolate fountain.

And that my friends is how its done the old school Italian way. From someone who didn't want a massive wedding, I have turned into this:

As a closing note, I would like to also mention that July 29th will be epic. Not only is it the Season Premiere of the Jersey Shore, and that I am going for my first dress fitting with veil and everything; I am getting a raise at work for successfully passing my probation period, and for securing a contract with the Feds, yo. That is one more raise than I got while working with SK. I didn't write about my trip to DC here, but I presented my agency for a contract in DC and won. Eat that SK. So now, my agency is in charge of all of the maintenance work for all the governmental buildings in DC. The Capitol, Library of Congress, Lincoln Memorial, you get the picture. Let me just say that having security clearance and sitting in the Senate is freaking awesome. There was nobody there, but still. ;)

PS: Thanks J for the pic. Can you tell I heart it?

Officially Official

In a little less than 70 days, I will be getting married. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. I was totally surprised at my bridal shower, and was truly overwhelmed at how generous people were towards me and Dirty. Pictures are on FB if you want to see them.

Today has been momentous in its own way. We sent out our invites. No turning back now. It's really happening. We sent out a total of 163 invites, for a grand total of approximately 325 guests, not including kids. Pick your jaw off the floor... it's my big fat Italian wedding! Let's hope that the standard 20% decline, leaving me with a paltry 260. :P

So now it becomes a waiting game for the responses to trickle in. Going for my first fitting in a few weeks and finally bought a comfortable pair of shoes. I'm getting there. Yikes!

103 Days... It's So Real

If you are my FB friend, you know that last week I posted a status about shit getting real. Well here is why:

So here it is peeps. Don't mind the wrinkled dress, it just came out of the box. I am also standing on a sheet covered pedestal, so obviously the dress needs to be hemmed. Its here and I am starting to get a little scared. :)

Seriously, I Want to Get Married...

to the chef of the culinary program here. Do you think Dirty would mind?

Todays menu copied straight from my email:

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Soups

Cream of Broccoli Cheddar

Chicken Rice

Entrees

Crab Cakes with Sweet Potato French Fries

Chicken Empanadas with Pineapple Salsa

Roast Beef and Ceasar Salad on Garlic Bread (sounds gross, but totally awesome)

Vegetable and CousCous Stuffed Artichokes with Remoulade Sauce

Salads and Sides

Mixed Green Salad

Green Bean and Tomato Salad

Rice Pilaf

Roasted Asparagus

Desserts

Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting

Chocolate Chip Mousse

Fruit Salad with Yogurt

Whole Fruit

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I need to take it easy or else I will never fit into my dress in 121 days. Wow.

Is It Too Early To Say I Love You?

I know it has only been 3 days since I started my new job, but I am in L-O-V-E! The staff here is awesome, I am third in command, the office that I am in has cathedral ceilings and a massive double pane window, and the second day I was here, the culinary students brought me homemade chocolate donuts as a welcome present. Um, awesome. I am convinced that this is God's way of rewarding my patience with staying with the old company and putting up with SK's bs for so long.

So glad you liked my invite. I designed and assembled it myself. I had them printed by one of Dirty's printing guys and bought the pocketfolds online. I think I may be changing the design and the colors a bit. That invite is a pain to put together, with the ribbon and different layers, and takes a lot of time, so I may just skip the ribbon and re-do the monogram. I think that this may turn into a nice little side business... Etsy here I come. lol.

Oh and we finally booked our Honeymoon. We are going to Curacao for 14 days. Getting married during hurricane season really limits your choices. So we are doing 7 days at the Kura Hulanda Lodge in an Ocean Front Suite, and 7 days at the Baoase Luxury Resort in an Ocean Front Suite. Is it bad to say that I am looking forward to the vacation more than the wedding?

P.S: The best part about my new job is that the CEO of this said to me that she doesn't expect me to work for the entire day, that she is realistic about employees needing to do personal stuff at work, and that company doesn't believe in blocking any computer activity. What? Hulu at work? Ok, if you insist.

Wedding Stuff

Just got the hard copy sample of my invite. It is surreal and scary now. Let me know what you think. Obviously, I have done a bit of editing... gotta keep myself incognito, ya know? I'm curious to hear opinions.

The outside:

The inside:

Its in 136 days. OMG. vom.

I Think the Magic 8 Ball Has Found Its New Home

The whole me not working for a while thing? Yeah, it ran its course after 2 weeks. I am just so freaking bored at home that I feel my intelligence slowly slipping away little by little. There are only so many Facebook games and so much Maury you can watch before you start re-evaluating.

All the wedding stuff is done, just in debate mode with Dirty about a few little surprises for the reception, so I have been contacting some of the agencies that I was interviewing with prior to me leaving my old job. Wouldn't you know that the developed a position for me, at more than twice what I was making with Sk, with a sweet signing bonus and some other awesome perks; like free movie tickets on Fridays, gym membership, transportation and food. I took it. I start next week.

It is so good for my confidence that something like this came along. Working with Sk, my skills and abilities were always put down, so I always thought I wasn't good enough for something like this. The whole vibe here is totally different. The Director is down to earth and so knowledgeable about things. Right off, she wanted to hear ideas that I had to change and mold the program into something great. So we were just talking and I said something, and Friday I found out that they have implemented it... under MY name. She didn't pull a Sk and take credit for the idea, which is something that I will need to get used to.

So the 8 Ball will be coming with me on Monday. Wish me luck.

Did You See That?

It was a pig flying.

So I had my last day at work and more than anything it felt surreal. Like it hasn't hit me that I can sleep late and bum around doing nothing for the near future. It's an awesome feeling... and kind of scary at the same time.

The funniest part of the whole thing is that Sidekick called me into her office and APOLOGIZED to me. She basically told me that she was sorry for being an overbearing micromanager and that she should have promoted me when she got the chance, but she was intimidated by me and my rapport with clients and the rest of the staff. She apologized for undermining me and for taking my ideas and passing them as her own. She also said that if our positions were reversed she wouldn't have been so gracious as I was towards her. She seemed sincere, but I also took it with a grain of salt.

So now I am free...and it feels good.

Big Things in 2010

So this posting once every whenever I feel like it has gotten me annoyed. When I started writing this blog, I wanted to chronicle my life and happenings. As of late, that is not happening. I am going to make a real conscious effort to post more often... Dare I say it, at least once a week.

Now that it is in writing I have to do it.

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Remember last year when I was so excited to hand in a resignation letter and leave this hell-hole I call my job. Well, I did it again. I resigned. This time leaving for good. I can't take the politics, cliques and overall suckiness of coming into this office every day. I don't have another job as of yet, but have a few prospects, but I am totally not stressed about work for the first time in a LONG time. Dirty has been very supportive, as a good sugar daddy should be. lol.

My conversation with Sidekick was comical to say the least. She is so lost. I handed in my letter and she looked at it and asked me where I was going. I told her the truth, that I don't have another job, and she looked at me dead in my face and said, "Since you come from a rich family and are marrying a rich guy you don't have to work anyway". I was laughing on the inside, but said "You damn skippy."

Then she had the nerve to ask me to extend my resignation because she will be out on vacation. Guess what I said? Yeah, you guys know me well enough to know what I said:

Ooh, I would totally love to because I am a loyal employee and all that, but my fiance surprised me with a trip to Atlantic City to celebrate me resigning. Sorry.

F her and the horse she rode in on.

253

Lots going on in Sloane world, so I figure I will give a quick update:

That number in the title? The number of people on the guest list. About 25 of those people are friends of Dirty or myself. Everyone else is family or some obligation invite that our parents added. Help me.

Some other useless trivia? The florist that we are using did the Jonas brother wedding. Another bit of useless trivia? Our sample centerpieces were also taped for an episode of Platinum Weddings. Famous by association to a bunch of flowers. Keep your eyes peeled for them:

Unfortunately, I am only a couple of platinum short of a Platinum Wedding myself. :P

In other exciting news, I have a few interviews scheduled for the next few weeks. Really excited about both of them, so send good vibes my way. I know it is bad to be making any kind of move in this economy, but I'm done here. I'll get more into it at a later date, but suffice to say SK has a lot to do with it.

Oh and I got a story about how my SIL told me that she will be at my wedding, but that too will have to wait.

Peace

Oh Em Gee!!

Let me just tell you that this year has started with a BANG, or more to the point a POW!

Picture it, me in my black North Face jacket braving the inner bowels of hell, aka the NYC Subway on her way to work this morning. I am standing on the platform as per usual, listening to my I-Pod, minding my own B.I. business reading waiting for the train that is approaching. Snuggled in my gloved grasp is my new Kindle (thanks Santa), awaiting my entrance on the train, when I hear a commotion behind me. Lo and behold, two unsavory characters, one dude and one lady were running on the platform screaming at each other.

Sa-Weet. Loves me some dramz in the morning. Anywho, I lower the volume on the I-Pod so I can eavesdrop without getting caught, and start to get on the train. I am standing by the door when the characters run up into the train and the dude grabs the lady by the hood, flips her around and punches her straight in the face. I jump out of the way, cradling my precious Kindle, worried that when her nose started bleeding that some blood would get on it.

Because we are gangsta in NYC, the conductor tried to close the doors on the fighting couple a few times, but they weren't moving. Back and forth they were beating the hell out of each other, screaming nonsense back and forth. Finally the cops came and split them up. The lady then started screaming that the short girl with the red glasses in the black North Face saw the whole thing and that she can tell the cops what happened. I was looking around, hoping that they weren't talking about me, and although black NF's are a dime a freaking dozen in NYC, wouldn't you know that I was the only one in the train car that had one on. Awesome. So the cop asked me to get off the train and give a statement about what happened.

So I did. Apparently, the scuffle was drug related, in that the lady promised the dude drugs and took his money and literally ran. Serves her right.

Moral of the story? Crackies follow me everywhere.

P.S.: I had to take the rest of the day off, because like Sammi from Jersey Shore, "I was like totally traumatized."

Oh and PPS: My Kindle is totally fine. I had to download the entire Harry Potter collection in order for her to forgive me.

Merry Christmas!!

As I sit here at work, wasting time on facebook, listing to non-stop Christmas music, reading blogs and tracking Santa here , I have been thinking back on this past year; one of the weirdest, most surreal years I have ever lived through. With super highs and horrible lows, I hope that 2010 will be kick ass.

The best prezzie of all? Sidekick kicked up her return date to 12/29.

Yeah, not so much.

Santa better make that up to me by bringing me a Kindle like I asked for.


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. <3

Heaven Sent

Someone up there really, really, really loves me.

I've been on vacation this whole week, and have done nothing but lay around in my pajamas and watched television. Not only has Maury had paternity tests and out of control teenagers on (BTW, so much WIN for those episodes), but some executive created the best show on the face of this green earth.

Move ova Flavor/Rock of Love hoes; welcome to the Jersey Shore, bitches. Peep it.

Jersey Shore - MTV Shows

Love, Love, LOVE IT!! Love the hair, the eyebrows, the accents, and the VOLUME!!!! Comedy gold!

If you do anything for yourself, please watch this trainwreck. You will not be disappointed. Consider this my Christmas gift to you. Smooches.



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