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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

pain in the arse means nothing to me

hello my hearts,

long week. very long week. i'm really tired of doctors, but even more tired of the pity party i threw for myself last weekend. it seems i shall never live a life without calling insurance policies, begging secretaries in doctors' offices for information and subsequent monetary issues - but i think that means i'm a grown-up. and aren't i lucky to have doctors in the first place?! yes, yes i am. so no more pity party for me. i'm fine, so that's that. now for the update:

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1) diane: i stole your shirt and wear it constantly. and i don't even care. everyone else: you should totally send me super sweet, softy-soft shirts because i adore them and they are super hard to find out here. (cheap ones, anyway). please. i'm serious.

2) my job is going to be much more challenging than previously anticipated, but i can't wait for it. the people i work with are super cool, and i get to listen to kexp sometimes - which rocks. it's amazing that i work super long days, and still have energy at the end of them - as opposed to the previous job which completely knocked me out, and really put me in a terrible mood sometimes. man oh man. how did i get so super lucky?

and ive rambled about my co-workers and how hip they are.... but i also adore my two bosses. they're the ultimate odd couple. one more theoretical aspect of architecture, the other more into function. one into the business aspect, the other into design. but they both love open space and the outdoors and constructing things and the betterment of the community. and they've created a suuuper academic environment in the office and i looove it. i feel like i get to take design, architecture and business classes for free! (dork).

3) i really heart my housemates and rudy and i'm really glad they are here.

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below are photos from a site visit during my first week at new, sweet job. they will illustrate a few of the reasons why i heart this new job so much:


don't mess with us. we're golfers.


this is lisa and she is golfing. she has helped me out tremendously with getting me up to speed with the projects, how the office functions, lending any and all insights she has. she's the marketing and strategic planning guru with an m.a. from some harvard business school that i don't remember the name of. she is also leaving in a few days for a solo trip through jordan - turkey - greece - italy - spain. man oh man i am jeeeeaaalous. but she will blog so i will read her stories. her departure also means that i accrue the majority of her responsibilities, which um, is awesome. especially since i do not have a degree from harvard or have any specific experience in marketing or strategic planning. but they trust me or something.


this is stacey and she is golfing. check out that STANCE!!! she would seriously hit the crap outta that thing like it was a freaking baseball or some mess. hi-larious.


i am standing in the corner and scared. why? well, that's because: a) i am afraid to wear a bathing suit in front of strangers and b) i am afraid to wear a bathing suit in front of new colleagues who i have known for 2 days.


feasting.


this is all of us and we're really pretty.


see?


love you guys a lot. will be blogging a bit more soon, me hopes... when my new computer gets here!! yeeees. it's no apple. it's a cheap ol' ibm and i couldn't be more excited about its arrival.

hope all is well, darlings. um, miss you a lot.

4 Comments:

  • :) love those pictures.

    check your mail soon, my darling.

    By Blogger Diane, at 5:43 AM  

  • don't be a wuss, jump in.

    By Blogger Ty, at 9:38 AM  

  • sooooooooo, did you ever take a swing at the little ball???

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:24 AM  

  • pity parties are fun i have them too. mine are usually so exclusive i only invite myself.

    pics from job look lke fun. golf hurts my hands and my back. its not for me.

    blog more take care, ant.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:02 PM  

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