Good Bridget

Am in new office setting where I know practically no one, and those I do know, I only know from the phone and believe they HATE me.  Had intense desire to run to desk, put in ear phones and just workworkworkworkwork....but sadly, most of job is to interact with people.  So....

I bravely faced my fear of mingling, and I walked allllllllll around, introducing myself to everyone.  EVERYONE.  I know them ALL now.  And I think I won over a few people who previously hated me with only a few smiles.  Did not even have to bake cookies....which is good as did not have time to sleep, let alone bake.

In other victorious news, defeated fear of driving in Atlanta.  High School / College Kelley who would drive into the city with a hand-written set of directions to the Fox Theater Parking Lot is quite impressed with Grown-up Kelley who has driven every inch of LA and is now, therefore, fearless.

Jokes told to me by the Bad Guy from Kindergarten Cop

Note:  I guessed the answer to two of these three.

(1) What does the Indian say when his dog falls off a cliff?
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(2) Why does the chicken cross the playground?
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(3) What is red and smells like blue paint?
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AnswershiddenintextblockofletterssoyouarelesslikelytoinadvertentlyseethemandthusspoilthesurpriseofthecorniestjokeseveranswernumberoneisdoggoneanswernumbertwoistogettotheotherslideanswernumberthreeisredpaintandnowafewmorelettersthrowninforgoodmeasurebecauseIknowyouareonpinsandneedlesnotwantingthesejokestobespoiled,suchgems.

Still, this did lighten my mood, which was previously "how hard do I have to throw my shoe to kill a man?"

Weight:  Have forgotten to weigh in lately....is there some psychological aspect to that?  Hmm.  Think was more a factor of forgetfulness.  Still, bad news today when I remembered.  x+18.  Nearly 2 months of having goal (yet not working toward goal), and progress report: gained 3 pounds.  Bridget would be proud.

In summary of current life, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Followed by:
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Please let me be alive in April.

Really, People? REALLY?

9pm on a Friday is a perfect time to get a call from someone your boss just decided to give your cell phone # to.  Someone who has your email address and has already emailed you within the hour.  That hour being 8pm to 9pm on a Friday.  You know, the hour that began 10 minutes after you left work.  Which was the earliest you've left work in 4 weeks.  Which is 6 hours after your boss told you to go home.  Which made you laugh.  Thanks, sir.  Note: I have an excellent boss - definitely not his finest hour though.

In other news, 9pm on a Friday is a perfect time to have to call your two lead actresses and ask them if they would like to spend their Saturday night in the back of a police car.  I opted to email and live with whatever consequences arise.  But I guess I'll have to call them in the morning if I don't hear back.  What is the perfect hour for that?

I love my job, I love my job.  I love my job.

Anyway, I'm going to get back to work here, folks.  Because after all, it's a perfect time to do more work.  :-)

Question of the Day

Question: How many middle men does it take to get something, anything, done?

Answer:  Only one if they yell REALLY loudly.

I need to learn how to yell louder.