From Peon to Chief

They say power changes people. I've noticed more not in how I act since aquiring my new job as Representative, but more in how other people treat me. I don't like to tell people what I do until they ask. When people find out what my position is something changes in their eyes. I'm suddenly accorded a certain amount of respect and asked for a lot more things!

This is my last week at the old job. Today the office gave me a good bye lunch. They announced on Monday they would do it today, so around lunch time I was famished. My boss went down to check on progress in the kitchen and they told him they decided to do it tomorrow when he wouldn't be here! He thought someone might have just been pulling his leg, so he had me call down. They said it wouldn't be ready until 2:30!! (So, really, the cooks hold all the power in this office!) I'd been smelling delicious food cooking all morning and there was no way I could wait another hour and a half, so my boss and I went out for burgers (Delice Burgers, for those of you who know them!). We came back to the office and around 3 the food was finally ready. Both of us were still full from burgers and fries, but to be funny, by boss served me the first heaping plate of food and he just served himself dessert. So, there I was stuck with a second lunch. There wasn't anyway I couldn't be nice and eat some so I choked down have the plate.

I'm slightly sad to be leaving this office, but am really looking forward to starting the new job Monday. I even get a new car to drive! Ah, the perks!

The Guilty Age

It's been a while, I know. I feel shamelessly guilty that I can't write a post every once in a while! Lots of life has happened since my last appearance here. I had a little accident driving down a mountain from a friends house. The truck started to fish tail on a slippery slope. I was going too fast (back to the guilty part) and I had to choose nose-diving into a ravine or hitting the side of the mountain. I went for the mountain and knocked two teeth loose on the steering wheel. Again, guilty for not wearing my seatbelt on the 5 minute journey home. But, that's what they say, right? Most accidents occur close to home.

The whole knocking-the-teeth-loose experience enabled me to to visit the dentist! I got a recommendation from someone else that knocked their teeth lose and went to see the cutest doctor I've met. So, the experience has had its upside! The office is also very nice with computorized x-rays, blue walls, classical music and a digital wall clock. I mention the clock because just yesterday when I was in for my fourth check-up with the cute dentist I noticed the date on the clock-- 5-22-- and thought to myself," Hmm, only 7 more months until I'm 30." Just the kind of experience I like to have-- sitting in a dentist's office, wondering if I'll need a root canal and thinking about my age!