Mo' Money, Mo'...Red Lobster
I got a new job today! It is actually very exciting...I am going to be the assistant to the president at a university out here. It sounds prestigious, I guess, but it's not...except that it pays over twice what I currently make. Which is nice. Reaallll niiiiiiiiiiice.
So it now just comes down to me giving a notice at my current job, and moving on, which is something that I have been looking forward to for a while, but also something that I just realized totally blows. I don't want to hurt the feelings of those there who like me, and believe in my abilities. I'm sure they will understand, given the problems that I have had, but it still seems like a pretty smarmy move on my part. But anyway...whatever. My mom keeps saying that I should be mindful of my own needs, and that if people are upset about it, I should just let it roll down my back. I don't know. I mean, I'm selling out I guess--I just don't want to sell out that much.
But anyway...onto happy things. So tonight Matt wanted to take me out to eat, but I couldn't think of anything that I explicitly wanted (which is odd, because we live in a restaurant hotbed, but I just, well, I don't know, I just didn't feel incredibly enlightened). So, we ended up having this strange conversation that was mostly just a lot of laughing and Project Runway references, and somehow decided to drive twenty miles and go to Red Lobster. I don't know why. We had the best time. We laughed all the way up there (we had to cross a bridge and leave the flipping Bay Area for Christ's sakes), and then when we got there, we couldn't stop laughing even then and the staff gave us some strange looks. I ended up getting something with some sort of butter sauce, even though the menu didn't say that it had a butter sauce, and Matt ended up getting something with many varieties of fried shrimp (who knew there was more than one kind?). We had a grand time.
But then, I broke my glasses. Which sucks. They totally fell apart on the Red Lobster floor. So now I am wearing a pair of Matt's old ones (which I can't totally see out of), and mine are taped to within an inch of their lives, but are still so fragile that I can only use them to drive. And now I have the conundrum. Do I go and buy new glasses tomorrow, or tough it out and wait on my vision plan to go into effect? It's something that I'm mulling around. I probably won't mull long--I look pretty hideous in these glasses.
So well, that's it. Have a good un, my little popcorn shrimps!
So it now just comes down to me giving a notice at my current job, and moving on, which is something that I have been looking forward to for a while, but also something that I just realized totally blows. I don't want to hurt the feelings of those there who like me, and believe in my abilities. I'm sure they will understand, given the problems that I have had, but it still seems like a pretty smarmy move on my part. But anyway...whatever. My mom keeps saying that I should be mindful of my own needs, and that if people are upset about it, I should just let it roll down my back. I don't know. I mean, I'm selling out I guess--I just don't want to sell out that much.
But anyway...onto happy things. So tonight Matt wanted to take me out to eat, but I couldn't think of anything that I explicitly wanted (which is odd, because we live in a restaurant hotbed, but I just, well, I don't know, I just didn't feel incredibly enlightened). So, we ended up having this strange conversation that was mostly just a lot of laughing and Project Runway references, and somehow decided to drive twenty miles and go to Red Lobster. I don't know why. We had the best time. We laughed all the way up there (we had to cross a bridge and leave the flipping Bay Area for Christ's sakes), and then when we got there, we couldn't stop laughing even then and the staff gave us some strange looks. I ended up getting something with some sort of butter sauce, even though the menu didn't say that it had a butter sauce, and Matt ended up getting something with many varieties of fried shrimp (who knew there was more than one kind?). We had a grand time.
But then, I broke my glasses. Which sucks. They totally fell apart on the Red Lobster floor. So now I am wearing a pair of Matt's old ones (which I can't totally see out of), and mine are taped to within an inch of their lives, but are still so fragile that I can only use them to drive. And now I have the conundrum. Do I go and buy new glasses tomorrow, or tough it out and wait on my vision plan to go into effect? It's something that I'm mulling around. I probably won't mull long--I look pretty hideous in these glasses.
So well, that's it. Have a good un, my little popcorn shrimps!
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