I stayed at work extra late to move from my cubicle to my new office. I'll post pictures later when I'm not writing this on my phone.
I didn't want to move during the day, because it took a solid two hours and I didn't have that to waste on non-billable stuff, and I also didn't want to rub it in. It's a sensitive subject to some people. I haven't been here the longest, but I have the exams and the skills necessary to do the work of a project manager. For some people, they only thing they lack is the exams. And I know that's frustrating. So I try not to make it a big deal. I haven't talked about the promotion openly at work and I'm hoping to avoid the conversation entirely.
As for the weekend, I came home around 8:30 after a very long day and ate some Taco Bell and drank two (or three? Who really keeps track of those things) Strongbow ciders and a glass of tequila and grapefruit juice (because I read online it was really good. IT IS NOT!). Blech.
And then passed out (from exhaustion, not drunkenness. I was only a little tipsy) on the couch. Woke up at 5:30 in the morning because I guess the roommate's air mattress (yes, he sleeps on an air mattress. I've tried to convince him he should just buy a real bed because he'd probably end up spending less in the long run. He has to be on his tenth by now) sprung a leak so he and his kid were in my bed. It's a good thing I was on the couch because I would have felt pretty crappy if he had had to sleep on the couch with the kiddo. Supposedly the kid is a wriggly sleeper.
And then of course the kiddo had a super wet diaper and now my sheets and blankets smell like pee. It was time for a wash anyhow.
I know I complain a lot about being boring, but really...can you beat that kind of night? I love it.
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