If not for the NaBloPoMo, I wouldn't be blogging at all tonight but NaBloPoMo is a cruel rule.
I have the sciatica tonight. I've had it since late Monday night, actually, and barely slept Monday night and Tuesday night because of it so today, out of desperation, I went to see the doctor for a prescription. Ordinarily I would just tough it out, but I need this to go away because it's Thanksgiving and also because I've got my wonderful new job to start on Monday. Said prescriptions have been taken. Loopiness has resulted, but I think I can say for sure that I will sleep tonight, so hey, there's that. And I'll even be able to sleep all night in my bed, rather than prowling around the house and settling on to the couch for an hour here and there before I wake up with pain again. That part's no fun.
As for the sciatica, yeah, I thought I was over this. I used to get it constantly but then I lost a metric fuckton of weight and it vanished. Not sure what I did to bring it on, but when I was on the plane Monday night and went to get up from my seat, I felt that familiar twinge in my lower left back and thought "FUCK!" But the meds are helping, so hopefully I'll have this kicked in a day or so.
Anyway, my contribution to Thanksgiving dinner is going to be some apple cider sangria. I've got some apple slices soaking in Fireball for those who wish to add such a thing, but there will be plain apples as well. I discussed my sangria-making plans with Oldest Nephew Jimbabwe and Only Niece Noodles, and one of them suggested the Fireball. You can guess which one.
And that's enough. The painkiller + muscle relaxer combination makes me feel like I have a lot to say yet ironically they make me not want to make the effort to type. Quite the conundrum, that.
Good night, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING. I have so much to be thankful for this year, and I really hope you do, too.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
If not for the NaBloPoMo, I wouldn't be blogging at all tonight but NaBloPoMo is a cruel rule.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
Okay, so I didn't actually get home until 1:00 AM on 11/25, but since I'm still awake, I'm changing the timestamp and counting this for 11/24. I will still win NaBloPoMo!
So yeah, I'm home. I've been home not quite a half hour, and Clementine has already meowed herself hoarse telling me off about my absence. At least I'm guessing that she is mad I was away. Otherwise she's mad that I came home. Hmm...
Not only am I home but I'm very tired, so I think this is all I have to say for tonight. Time for sleep as I've got a lot to do tomorrow.
Good night, my loves.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
So sad about leaving this wonderful resort tomorrow, but then that just means I need to start planning my next fabulous vacation, right?
Here's a pensive photo from earlier today. LesleyMom asked if I was thinking "I don't want to go home" or "I want another drink." I said indeed it was a little of both!
good night. xoxo
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:25 PM
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Yes, Lesleymas advent is upon us! You see, when I checked in on Tuesday the concierge asked me if I was celebrating anything during my trip. I told him that I was here to celebrate a new job that I'm starting on December 1 and also my birthday which is the same week. Little did I know that the resort would also want to celebrate these things with me! So tonight when I came back from the beach my room was decorated with balloons and a card that wished me a happy birthday and congratulated me on my new job, then when I went to dinner they brought me a little birthday cake, sang happy birthday and followed it up with and "happy new yob" too. This really is the best resort ever!
Some might think this is over the top, but considering how much Lesleymas SUCKED last year, I DESERVE IT! Oh and Thanksgiving sucked, too, so the LesleyFamily had better be prepared to whoop it up righteous this year! Yes, I know you're reading this. Consider this your warning, family!!
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:00 PM
Friday, November 21, 2014
This is what happens when you tip the nice waiters. My favorite beach waiter kept bringing me drinks that I did not order and saying "Bonita, it is happy hour in Mexico!" Who am I to argue?
Also, since I had shared with you that my goals were to go to the beach and sit on my ass, I figured I would show you where all this ass-sitting is happening. This is my lounge chair with the little canvas shelter overtop to give me shade. Because as I have yet again been reminded, the Irish skin I have is no match for the Mayan sun.
Good night, loves.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:07 PM
Thursday, November 20, 2014
All this vacationing really takes it out of me! So today I'll show you my favorite soup that I've eaten at every meal possible since I arrived. It's a seafood chowder in a lime-tomato broth and it totally kicks ass. I need this recipe!
In other news, I won a bocce tournament today. I had no idea I had this talent!
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:01 PM
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Since I know you want to live vicariously, here's a daily roundup of pictures:
My view as I ate lunch:
My lunch! Tacos de Carnitas. These were totes amazeballs. Oh and that mojito was awesome as well.
After lunch, I changed, went to the beach, and oh hey, what's that? Another mojito!
Tea time! Except I had coffee because hello, I've been up since 4:00 AM. The waiter gave me an assortment of petit fors. I couldn't eat them all but the ones I tried were delicious.
Dinner was at the Asian fusion restaurant. This chef made some excellent sushi, then fired up the hibachi and cooked me some of the best scallops I've ever tasted. So good!
And finally, a photo of the beach at night, taken during my post dinner walk. Good night. Time for some well-deserved sleep! More tomorrow.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:22 PM
Monday, November 17, 2014
I'm safely in Baltimore now. Early flight tomorrow so I'm saying good night now. I'll post pictures tomorrow.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 10:59 PM
Sunday, November 16, 2014
I heard that Wild Horses song again today. Twice. I think it may be following me! For some reason, when I heard it this morning it made me feel kinda verklemmt and I blinked away a couple tears as I was driving. It wasn't a melancholy sort of verklemmt, mind you. More of like a "Mick Jagger, I feels ya."
So tomorrow I am leaving for my trip! Well, I don't actually fly out until Tuesday, but I'm driving down to Baltimore tomorrow. Oh and lest you worry about my telling people that I'm going on vacation and won't be at home, there will be a house sitter here, along with two attack cats.** Plus, there's nothing to steal, unless you're looking for such fine things as protein powder, epsom salts, and workout skirts, 'cause we've got lots of those here at Chez Lesleygirl. Oh and also baby spinach. I bought the BIG pack of baby spinach at BJ's, you see, and I'm not sure if I'll finish it all before I leave.
In case I haven't already mentioned this, I am so excited about this trip that it's not even funny. I've been reading lots of Trip Advisor reviews and everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, sounds just fabulous. Apparently, the resort offers like ten different types of margaritas. I am quite intrigued by the tamarind margarita. I am totally trying that on Tuesday!
In other news, I have quite a few errands to run tomorrow before I head down to Baltimore. So I'd better get to sleep. Night night, kittens.
**There may be a third attack cat. For years, I've had a theory that Clementine has secret boyfriends who come over while I'm out. (Yes, these are some of the little stories I make up to amuse myself.) Two years ago, we were frequently visited by an orange boy tabby who would sit on my front steps and cry for food. It didn't take me too long to figure out that he had been someone's house cat and had been dumped in my neighborhood, and worse, he was declawed so I'm not sure how he was supposed to fend for himself. So I fed the poor scamp and made arrangements with my neighbor cat lady to have him re-homed, and now he lives in Spring Lake, NJ, which is one of the nicest towns down the shore.
Oh where was I? Right, third attack cat. So this morning, when I left my house I locked the door and got in my car, and then I saw an orange tabby come running up the sidewalk and stop right in front of my front steps. Coincidence? I think not. Clearly, this is Clementine's new boyfriend. She's such a player. Oh and I assume it's a boyfriend because over 90% of orange cats are males. Although if Clem wants a girlfriend, that's cool, too. But regardless, I assume that this new cat would also step in as an attack cat if Chez Lesleygirl were under attack.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
I know I said yesterday was an MBR, but it turned out to be more than just a Minimum, so today you're actually getting a Minimum Blog Requirement.
Today was a very fun day. This evening I went to drag queen bingo for Chairish's 40th birthday soiree. And OMG GUESS WHAT? I won the first round of bingo, which got me a prize of $100. This will come in very handy next week while I'm in Mexico.
Oh and speaking of Mexico, I'm very amused at the number of people who've suggested that perhaps I should have a hot fling while I'm south of the border. As long as it doesn't get it in the way of my going to the beach and sitting on my ass, I suppose that could be arranged. Perhaps. Maybe. You never know.
Friday, November 14, 2014
It was my last day at current job, so I guess it's now the former job. I felt more emotional about leaving than I thought I would. Today again I was very touched by all the nice emails people sent me. Two guys that I'd worked with closely on Project From Hell took me to lunch, and I almost cried when I said goodbye to them. Another coworker who has a little aromatherapy business made me some custom bath salts, salt scrub, facial toner, and inhalant-thingy. When she gave them to me she said it was a thank-you for my positive spirit and energy.
The other project managers who approve my timesheets and invoices told me I could leave after lunch and still bill for the full day, but I ended up staying until 4:45 anyway. I wanted to stick around for one last happy hour, of course, since they were doing a little farewell for me at happy hour, plus I doubt I'll ever work somewhere that has a weekly happy hour again. Also, I had to make arrangements for my alter ego to go back to work.
So tonight, I'm just relaxing. I went for a massage after work, cooked myself a nice dinner, and now I'm chilling with the felines while watching movies and knitting. I do still feel a little sad about leaving this job, but at the same time, tonight I feel very excited about what new adventures are ahead.
Oh and it should go without saying, but as of 4:45 this afternoon, I AM ON VACATION!!! Technically, I'm not leaving until Monday evening, but that doesn't matter. Vacation Lesley has already arrived and she's ready to party.
But first, she's ready to sleep. Good night, dear ones.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:19 PM
Thursday, November 13, 2014
That's a Zumba song. I wouldn't expect you to know it unless you are, like me, the Queen of Zumba. But it's a catchy tune nonetheless. I heard it today while listening to the Zumba station on Pandora while I was at work.
Believe it or not, I've actually been working the last few days. I think they expected me to just show up and take up space for eight hours so I could bill them for my time, but there were some loosed ends that I wanted to tie up, and also I wanted to make things easier for the other project managers who have to take over stuff I was working on. Besides, I would be bored to tears if I didn't have anything to do all day.
One thing keeping me busy? FREE LUNCHES! I guess people there like me because I've been taken to lunch every day this week. Tomorrow is no exception. And they are going to have a little send-off thingy at the Friday happy hour. The office manager even emailed me to ask for some Lesley-friendly snack ideas for happy hour. How sweet is that? I sent my farewell email to the office today, and people wrote me some really nice replies, which I appreciated. I had a very rough patch there at the end of this job, so it was really nice to hear that people liked working with me.
I keep re-reading my offer letter from the new job, just to make sure it's real. It definitely is. My headhunter called me today and I told him that and he laughed and assured me, yes, it's all real. He called because he wants to take me to lunch, along with my friend who referred me to him. Yay, more free lunch! Oh and the new company shall be known as the Lightning Bug, just so you know.
The most exciting news of the day, though, is that I booked my vacation!!!! I'm going to a resort in Mexico on Tuesday for six days. The place where I'm going looks beautiful and was very highly recommended for solo travelers, which was important to me. I was being kinda hesitant because I'm traveling alone, but then this morning I decided to be brave and just book this trip already. So in about 30 minutes, I booked my flights, hotel, airport transfers, and airport parking. I'm flying in and out of BWI (that's Baltimore Washington International, yo) because they only had connecting flights in and out of Philadelphia and since I'm flying home so close to Thanksgiving, there was no way I wanted to connect on an international flight. Southwest flies direct to Cancun from BWI, and they had some fabulous deals anyway. And for parking, there are a few hotels near the airport where you can stay over the night before and then leave your car there while you're away, so I booked one of those deals as well. I'm really excited about this trip! I have earned it!!!
More tomorrow, kittens. Good night.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:38 PM
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
And if you recognize THAT subject line, then seriously, we may be soulmates. And I don't even believe in soulmates.
Today I officially signed my official offer letter and got my official start date of December the official 1st. It was officially very exciting! I'm kinda tired tonight, though. Having what felt like the same conversation all day long was exhausting. My end of the conversation went something like this "Oh it's a company called (redacted) and I'll be doing (redacted). It's a new role. Yes, it's in King of Prussia. No, that's not a bad commute. Yeah, I know the Turnpike has traffic. Yeah, I know the Turnpike has tolls. Oh sure, I'll miss it here, this has been a great place to work. Yeah, definitely keep in touch. Oh sure, I'd love to come visit after I leave..."
Sometimes I spiced up the commute discussion with nuggets like "Oh I don't mind, I like my car and I have Sirius radio" or "well, my dad commuted from Princeton to Berwyn every day for years, so this doesn't seem so bad" or that my commute to NYC that I had to do periodically for a former job was two hours door to door unless something went wrong with the trains. Like the time there was a problem with "an intruder on the tracks" near Hamilton, so the train I was on couldn't get beyond New Brunswick, and after sitting on that train for over three hours, I finally called the LesleyParents and asked them if they'd come get me and drive me back to my car in Hamilton. Which they totally did because the LesleyParents are awesome that way. After I got back to Hamilton, I was told by the parking attendant that "an intruder on the tracks" = "suicide" so then I felt a little bad about being angry about being stuck on a train for so many hours. I mean, sure I was having a bad day, but I wasn't having a day that was so bad that I'd want to jump in front of the Acela train.
I didn't understand all the concern about my commute. In the worst of rush hour, it would be an hour to the office. If I stagger my commute (which I plan to do), it'll be 40 minutes. A 40 minute drive to what could possibly be my dream job? Not a huge sacrifice there.
In other news, since I will have the next two weeks off, I'm planning a little vacation for myself. Ideally, I'd like to go to a resort in a tropical location with two goals in mind: go to the beach and sit on my ass. And, I'll be going alone. I'm looking at places I'd be somewhat familiar with, and as you can imagine, I'm a friendly and talkative sort, so I can always make friends once I'm there. Is it nuts to go on a vacation all by myself? If you were me (which you're not) (but if you were), would you do it? This inquiring mind wants to know!
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:11 PM
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
I had originally planned to tell you a few things in honor of Tell It To Ya Tuesday, but when I sat down to write this all I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep.
So tonight you get nada. Just a Minimum Blog Requirement so I don't lose NaBloPoMo. And I will write something more substantial tomorrow.
Good night and peace out, girl scouts.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:35 PM
Monday, November 10, 2014
anyway you'll never know the many ways i've tried, and still they lead me back to the long, winding road...
1. The "yay!" part about a new job is hearing all the cool new details like benefits packages, yay! In my former life, I really didn't think much about such things. But after two years of paying for my own health insurance, it'll be nice to have someone else pay for that action. I will be very happy to be an actual employee once again. Being a consultant has been nice, and I'm grateful for the experience, but at the end of the day I'm a mercenary, paid to finish a task and then go home. Being an employee brings a different sense of ownership to things. There's not much more I can tell you right now. Stay tuned, kittens.
2. Now that the money part of my life is settled, it gives me time to think about the love part of my life. Or complete lack thereof. Wait, what? I know you're thinking "I thought she said she wasn't going to write about THAT anymore." Well, actually what I said was that I'm not going to mention anyone specific (in totally unrelated news: there is no one specific to mention), but lately I've been thinking a lot about it.
In a recent conversation, I told MM that I hate feeling like I'm not anyone's cup of tea** and she said "At least you feel like you could be tea!" This is true. I realize I'm not everyone's cup of tea, and I am well aware that there are many who cannot handle my particular variety of tea, but I still think I'm a good cup of tea. So I'll continue with the hope that there's someone who wants this particular cup of tea. Here endeth the tea metaphor.
That's all I've got for now. Good night.
** "Cup of tea" is pretty much the funniest phrase ever, in my opinion. My Granny used to say it all the time, usually in the context of "Errol Flynn, now that's my cup of tea!" The rest of us have decided we need to keep up the family tradition.
in accordance with the prophecy of Lesley at 11:23 PM