Today’s my last day in cubicle-hell. I have a little list of things to wrap up before i make my adieus today, including taking advantage of the color laser printer, and snagging some samples of designs i’ve worked on. There’s a lot of things in Blue and Green. Yargh. Despite my loathing, I have picked up some useful information and tricks during my time here. So that’s good.

And then onward and upward. my plans for the rest of the week:

Tomorrow morning is the first walk (of many) around Jamaica Pond with Kerri. Our purpose is twofold: to thwart any encroaching fatassery, and have a good reason to get our butts out of bed in the morning at least three times a week. I look forward to having a little routine and hanging out with my girl. Hopefully this will get me motivated to do stuff later in the day.

Thursday night is the big opening night for the new Harry Potter movie, and as much as i love me some HP and swarms of goofy kids in wizard hats (really, i do!), I think i’ll pass and see it later. Instead we’re going to a Buddhist lantern ceremony in Forest Hills Cemetery, and packing a picnic supper for the evening. I’m thinking I’ll make cucumber “sushi”.  There’s rumored to be Taiko drumming, traditional music, and ladies dancing in Kimonos. After sunset they’re going to set lanterns afloat on Hibiscus pond, inscribed with the names & messages for the departed. Quite mystical.

 

On another thursday, we’re going to the Sam Adams brewery for an exclusive tour and beer tasting. Hopefully I’ll pick up some more information, and malty inspiration, for my first batch of homebrew.

And then there’s probably a bunch of art-making and Jamaica Plain meandering all in between. I am so cool. I’m gonna make stuff, and learn things. I need a bike. hmm.

And then, wooo, who knows? The whole rest of my exciting life.

I just got a text message from our favorite Trouble-Bunny. Apparently he’s at work with Matt today…….

I am assuming my rabbit has either electrocuted himself, or is terrorizing Uncle Fred and the rest of the office.

Second to last day, yo. I rolled in about 40 minutes late this morning. My mind is already on schemes for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and beyond. The whole rest of my freaking life is mine. Muaha. ha. ha. hah…..heh. wooo.

Big fun.

Lots of excitement this weekend, went to Matt’s family picnic in Kittery Point on Sunday afternoon and spent some quality time with the entirety of the clan. I like these people. I like em lots. Snarky humor, a penchant for mischief, and affectionate ribbing seem to be a genetic inclination throughout the family, which to me is a mark of good character. Matt is a magnet for all of his nieces and nephews and little cousins, so he was kept busy playing with all the little troublemonkey relatives. Adding to the thrill, Matt’s father just moved up here from Florida, so yesterday was a big homecoming for him, and a bit of a surprise for everyone. He was gone for a long time and seems very happy to be home- in his own curmodgeonly way, that is. He and I immediately took a shine to one another, I think, and at one point he made some sly remark to everyone about me being the next Mrs. P. That old devil. Then he tried to toss me into the bocce court in the middle of a game. When we said goodnight he made me promise to “take good care of his boy”. I said I would; Matt seemed really happy to have his dad around again. Aww. Warm Fuzzies.

Speaking of fuzzy, here is a picture of my two kitchen bitches. Wash those dishes!

Hey, check out the neat postcard I made. I pretty much design everything in blue and green, since those are our logo colors and they like to beat these kinds of things to death. I have learned that this is called “branding”.

So, remember a couple weeks ago, around the time I was all in a snit over being accused of blatantly neglecting a task, and not even being able to recall being told to do said task, and that made me all kinds of nuts because i thought i was a slacker-ninja, and then i quit my job because i was so distraught about it, and it turned out that someone had forgotten to email me the design request in the first place, thereby leading to the disaster?

Same culprits just struck again. I was asked last week to design and print 100 postcards, and handed the pile off to the cubicle-girl who’s mailing them out. Today she asked me for another 100 cards. Woah woah woah. I used up all my postcard stock already. I don’t have time to order and print more, because i’m not gonna be here (suckas). Turns out that my antagonists once again planned pretty poorly, and although they asked for 100 postcards, they have a mailing list with 200 addresses. Buh. This is exactly the kind of thing that sends me hurtling straight into Milton-land, mumbling about my stapler and my squirrely vengeance.

Anyhoo, guess what, four days left!

All is quiet in the adjoining cube. However, one of my coworkers, I like to call her Blinky, has just been by to pester me. Blinky blinks a lot. She even does this thing where she tilts her head to the side and closes her eyes when she’s talking to you. I am very charmed by this, because I have to be, since it is meant to be charming.

Blinky & her minions were all up on my case about a month ago to design this urgent invitation for this very urgent cocktail reception being urgently held in a garden by the sea. So I whipped one up, and that was that. Now, three weeks later, Blinky wants to completely revise the whole design because she found a picture in a magazine she likes better. I am supposed to scan in the picture, and it’s sitting on my desk. Blinky has also just emailed me to tell me NOT TO DAMAGE the magazine, since she has to return it to somebody afterwards.

Well, shoot. I was hoping to do some urgent seaside garden party origami with it.

La la la, five days left.

The chick in the cube next to mine just found out that one of her cohorts is getting married. I’m listening to her make false-giddy phone calls about the hot gossip to all the rest of her friends, and to all the women in the office. Cue the usual valley girl drivel, tinged with venomous wedding envy. Also overheard that the suckers in question only met each other recently, are both barely 23, and one lives in Canada. They’re in luuurve. Bahaha. If i weren’t so amused by the stupidity of the situation, i’d be feeling stabby about having to hear about it.

Doodley-do, less than six days left.

The other night, I dreamt my bed was outside in the yard, and a parade of strange animals were rustling around in the blankets while I was trying to sleep. These were not, however, your run-of-the-mill critters. One such beastie had me in fear for my toes, and looked something like a toothy crocodile with fur and a long tail. It was trying to bite some of the other varmints that were hiding under the blankets. In my dream, I identified it as a Skink. Another beastie looked like a hedgehog crossed with a popple, and had rolled itself up in a ball under the bed. This one seemed more mild-mannered, and had soft, tawny fur.

When i woke up the next morning Matt told me he’d gotten up in the night to investigate some strange noises (thinking Ugmoe was up to no good, or working on one of his “projects” in the other room) and discovered a troop of raccoons playing just outside our bedroom window.

Racccons are cute, as are rabbits, but I would very much like to meet a real-live Skink.