Ass Math
All that ass kicking I was doing at work? Well, there are about seventy bazillion asses. And I only have (one…two…) two feet. Yes, I am so mentally exhausted that I have resorted to counting my feet before any assertion regarding their number.
(If you need inventory of anything I own that goes higher than ten? The answer is seventy bazillion. No, I will not take off my socks. I’m too tired.)
I am in some ways thankful for all the asses in my kicking queue. If I weren’t busy at work, it would make the days until my official notice intolerable. Instead, it is tiring, frustrating, insane, and somewhat inane. With just enough feeling of accomplishment that I don’t walk out prematurely.
I’m also starting to feel very guilty and frustrated over the fact people don’t know I’m leaving. I have no desire to make it public until my official two-weeks, but I thought a certain meeting with a certain boss would have occurred by now and I could informally give him a heads up. I’m pretty sure I’m in the headcount for some new work on the way and I hate the idea I might leave them in a lurch.
But the meeting has not happened. And there is just not another good way to share this information. So I sit and worry. When I’m not ass kicking.
So…how was your day?
Lee proposed to me! : ) I haven’t blogged since I met him but you used to read my blog a while ago!! I’m so happy! I wanted you to know! take care!
I assume the answer was yes, no? :) That’s awesome girl.
I am glad you are kicking asses.
I just wanted to tell you, because I haven’t yet, that I love that your little slogan is ‘for the love of fuck’. It is the best little slogan I’ve seen yet.
See, I told you that “for the love of fuck” thing would come in handy one day.