Monday, October 20, 2014

in the space between sleep and sleeplessness...

Blogger just reminded me that I've used that title before. Yeah, I kinda figured that I had, as it's one of my most favoritest songs ever. And I think the video is cute. Because sometimes you need the comfort of a Canadian dude singing a love song with clever lyrics in his bathroom.

I think I have four things I feel like writing about tonight. Two are happy, and two suck. I'll give you the happy first, which I realize means I'll be going out on a suck note tonight. I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden.

1. Sometimes being on a low carb diet way of eating feels like an endurance test in how many different ways one can cook eggs. This morning I opened the fridge and I was thinking about if I wanted poached or scrambled, when I saw that I still had a Chipotle leftover from Saturday night. (I get the burrito bowl with no rice and no beans. I can get two meals out of that easily. When I was newly out of surgery it was three meals!) I decided that Chipotle for breakfast isn't that weird, so I heated it up and ate that while I watched the Good Morning America. I decided that any day that starts with Chipotle can't be all bad, right?

2. Exciting job search things are happening, and I hate to do this to yas, but I just can't blog about them yet. I know, I know, I'm a tease. But trust me, it's good. And my phone has been ringing off the hook with job leads. That's not a bad thing, either.

3. Project From Hell took a turn for the even worse today. I was close to tears several times today, and I have never, EVER cried at work. I'm just really frustrated with the whole process, with the vendor, with the vendor constantly lying to me, and with working so hard and seeing ZERO progress. I've also concluded that it's really difficult to run meetings with a team where everyone thinks they are the smartest person in the room and loves to hear themselves talk. Since I work in an asylum that plays it fast and loose with the serving of alcohol, it should not have surprised me that today at 9:00 AM there were several bottles of booze next to the coffee machine, along with a post-it that said "Enjoy!" Part of me really wanted to pour some Kahlua in my coffee, but the other part of me knew that could be a very bad idea. It's like my frosted side and my whole-wheat side were fighting it out. And the whole-wheat side won, which is really for the best. I don't have much of a filter to begin with, and I'm afraid that drinking in the workplace would destroy any filter that I do have and people would get TOLD.

4. I sort-of alluded to this yesterday, but I've been feeling a little sad the last day or so after being visited by the Ghost of Boyfriends Past. As I wrote in an email earlier tonight, it's one thing to leave a box of stupid pumpkin spice K-cups in my pantry. It's another thing to leave me feeling bad about myself and unattractive. That's a lot harder to get rid of than a box of coffee. And I end up feeling angry and sad and mad at myself, and none of those are any good. I can deal with that, though. What's really getting me down is the feeling unattractive. I dated someone who liked to point out what he saw as my physical imperfections. I'm a certain age, and I've lost over 200 lbs. and while I've logged thousands of hours at the gym, and endured some rather painful reconstructive surgeries, I knew I was never going to look perfect. But what woman my age does? I hate that this bothers me but right now it does. And it sucks even worse than a cup of pumpkin spice anything.


Well now! That was cheerful, right? Meh. Tomorrow is another day and all that. And if you've actually read this far, much love on you.

Oh and could one of you please sign up to take this painting class with me? It'll be fun! We can go to that place with the really good hamburgers on South Street first, and then have a glass of wine and paint the Elf on the Shelf in a wine glass! FUN! Please?

Lesleygirl out.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

ready or not, here comes the drop...

I was going to write something tonight about how sometimes people leave you with more unwanted things than just a box of pumpkin spice K-cups, but meh, I don't have the energy right now. Soon, kittens.

Friday night I went to a very creepy haunted hall in Asbury Park with Nuel. Whoever came up with this must be really twisted because it was the creepiest and scariest haunted attraction I've been to. I had to sleep with my light on after seeing that! After the hauntedness, we took a walk up the boardwalk. I'm quite surprised at how much Asbury Park has been fixed up lately. I want to go back there during the day to walk around. And I'm happy to say that they got rid of the rather scary Tillie to the right there, when that arcade was demolished to make way for some swanky condos. Tillie always scared me when I was a wee girl.

My ear is still bothering me, although it's improved somewhat. But still, UGH.

That's all for now. I need some sleep before I have to face another week at current job. When planning getting ready in the morning, I'm now factoring in about 10 - 15 minutes for me to sit on my bed and cry "I don't wanna go to work..." Yeah, I'm grateful for the work and all, but...

Good night, people.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

so why don't we go somewhere only we know...

Thursday Three

1. As I was driving home from the gym, I swallowed a Halls cough drop, and it was a new one so it was big. Not sure how this happened. And I felt that menth-lyptus fucker slide all the way down my upper intestinal tract. Not pleasant. On a sorta related note, my left ear is still all stopped up. I am not happy about this.

2. It is just my luck that now that I'm leaving this job I get to spend my last few weeks sitting with the other cool and smart people. Well, technically, I'm sitting with them so that we can work on acceptance testing for the Project From Hell, but still, sometimes we get to talking. Yesterday, we had a rather animated discussion about the cinematic triumphs of "My Bodyguard" and "Meatballs," and then whatever happened to Chris Makepeace. Today there was a lot of Seinfeld quoting going on, mostly started by me after I put a healthy dose of hot sauce on my breakfast (in an effort to scare away the congestion) and then yelled "George likes his chicken spicy!" when I discovered just how much of a kick it had.

3. While everyone else in the world is fussing over the pumpkin spice craze, I really think of apple everything as my preferred fall flavor. I really don't get the whole pumpkin spice thing, quite honestly. Pumpkin pie itself ain't anything to write home about. It's a tribute to mediocrity, actually, because the best pumpkin pie you've ever had is really not that different than the worst pumpkin pie you've ever had. And the spice of the pie of mediocrity does not deserve a craze, in this woman's opinion. I had a box of pumpkin spice K-cups in my pantry, left there by a stubby loser I was associated with earlier this year, but I brought them to work and left them in the break room. There shall be no pumpkin spice in this house!

So where was I? Oh yes, apples! I used to love the hot caramel apple cider at Starbucks, but it's got way too much sugar for my fussy insulin levels, so instead I've turned to tea! I'd like to recommend the Caramel Apple Dream from Celestial Seasonings, and also the Spiced Apple Cider Rooibus from the Teavana. The first one is caffeine-free, so it's what I'm drinking right now as I type this. I added a shot of sugar-free Torani caramel to it, and it's like a big, hot cup o' love. The second has some caffeine, so it's a good workday kind of tea, and it makes me feel all fancy when I bust out my tea ball and loose-leaf tea in the office. And here's yet another Lesleygirl pro-tip: if you have a free drink reward at Starbucks, you can go to Teavana and they will give you an ounce of tea as your reward drink, since Starbucks is their parent company now. The More You Know...


Oh that's three, my loves. Good night.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

all the things i detest i will almost like...

Four? Four!

1. I'm in a slightly better mood today. Project From Hell is still being Project From Hell, but today it's bothering me a lot less. Probably because I know that my days at current job will end soon. When I have an offer in hand, I'd kinda like to quit all Half Baked style but that probably wouldn't be wise. Not burning bridges and all.

2. I'm feeling better, mostly. My left ear is still clogged, and if it doesn't clear soon I will lose my mind. You know that feeling you get when your ear needs to pop? Yeah, it's like that except my goddamn ear won't pop. Everything sounds like it's underwater and it hurts when I swallow. This is almost enough to interfere with my sparkling disposition, you know. Almost.

3. Do you play the Words With Friends? I do, and I need more friends to play with, so if you're so inclined Lesleygirl125 would love to play a game with you. And since I believe this blog should be educational as well as entertaining, I'm going to give you a pro-tip regarding the Words With Friends. See, recently it's been bothering me that WWF keeps everyone you've ever played a game with on your leader board. Even if you've Facebook unfriended them and real-life unfriended them, they're there. And you're on their leader board, so it makes it quite easy for them to send you game requests which leave you thinking "Uh, sorry, but no. This is Words With Friends, not Words With Sworn Enemies!" This was really starting to bum me out, and I wasn't about to give up my WWF so I checked the Google, read some online gamer forums, and found this helpful link. And now sworn enemies are blocked and no longer on my leader board and no longer able to send me game requests, and I can play my Words With Friends in peace. WIN.

4. Tonight I finished a knitting project that's rather nifty, if I may say so myself. I need to do some finishing on it, but I'll post pictures when it's done. I haven't done a whole lot of knitting lately, but doing just a small project reminded me of how relaxing it is. And now on to the next project...


Good night, duckies.

Monday, October 13, 2014

oh monday monday

Do you ever get the feeling that you cannot deal with ONE MORE THING? No, just me? Anyway, that is the kind of day I'm having. Between the creeping crud, the job searching, the current job, and a few other assorted things, I can't deal with anything else. I literally can't even. At the current job, I'm managing a project that ordinarily I'd describe as a "clusterfuck," however in this case I think calling it a clusterfuck would besmirch the clusterfuck moniker. So whatever is worse than that is what this is. I spent most of the day wanting to either hide under my desk and cry, or raid the Friday happy hour stash**. Tomorrow is another day and all that, and I am doing my Lesley bestest to stay positive, but today really took it out of me, people.

Oh and if you're wondering if I've heard an answer, the answer went something like this: no, except not no, so sorta yes, but perhaps maybe. I'm very much ok with this, despite the ambiguity. Yes, Monty Hall, I would love to see what is behind Door Number 3! Let's make a deal!

So now that I've crabbed and you've probably stopped reading (because really, who wants to read that?) I'll tell you a funny story. I left the kitchen windows open when I left this morning, mostly because I knew it would be pretty warm today, and the cats like to sit in the window. When they hear my car, they usually both jump up to the window if they're not already there -- presumably, to make sure the Bringer Of The Tuna has in fact returned. Clementine has developed a habit of meowing loudly at me from the time I exit the car until I walk in the front door. She doesn't do it every day, but tonight she was especially loud and frantic about it. So as I walked up the front steps I said "Clementine! Calm your tits!"*** And of course I said it kinda loudly, and of course once I'd said it I noticed that one of my neighbors was about ten feet away on the sidewalk. He looked away, but I said "Oh I know you heard that, it's ok to laugh" and we both laughed about it. Yup, I am all class, people! All class!

Well, that's all I've got. Good night.

** Yes, we have happy hour in the office. Every Friday. Come over around 3:00 and I can hook you up.

*** I know, I know, you're shocked that I'd use such a phrase. I learned it this summer while on vacation with my family, when my niece Noodles yelled it at my nephew the French Pirate, and I thought it was hilarious.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

weekend three

Yup, three. Because I'm a third kid, and third kids are awesome. The revolution will be led by third kids! (Seriously, it will. Third kids are masters at flying under the radar. By the time you see us, it's too late.)

Uh... where was I? Oh yes, three.

1. This weekend I went to see Gone Girl. If you haven't seen it yet, you should. I loved the book, and the movie really did it justice. Some very good "Oh, SNAP!" moments, and a lot of suspense. I think the fact that the music was done by Trent Reznor added to the suspense. The scoring was very well done. I went to see it at one of those AMC theaters where you sit in a leather recliner and you can raise your feet all the way up. This is the best idea for movies ever. I think I only want to go to theaters that offer this from now on. Oh and if you haven't read Gone Girl yet, you really need to. It's such a good book.

2. So apparently I have some overly-protective friends. And while I'm touched at the lengths they will go to in the name of looking out for me, I'm a little freaked out. If I go missing, can one of you please come look for me?

3. I'm much less of a sicky now, but I'm a little concerned about my ears. I can't get them un-congested and everything sounds like I'm underwater (Hi Mom! Yes, I will call the ENT tomorrow! Thanks for reading!). I've also had some weird jaw pain. The Mayo Clinic website said that this can happen when one is congested and it's no big whoop. WebMd said I'm going to die. I think I'll go with Mayo's explanation as I appreciate their Minnesotan sense of practicality, and in my mind I can hear some nice Minnesotan saying "oh yahh, it's nooooo big deal... you'll be fiiiiiine!" Also, I was able to go back to the gym today, and felt pretty good after a killer workout although I felt like I was sweating chicken broth and Mucinex. That's attractive. Yeah, my chicken broth / Mucinex milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...


That's three. And I believe I am done watching this horrendous Giants game so I'm off to bed. Good night, my chickadees.


Friday, October 10, 2014

but friday never hesitates

I think my last blog sounded crabby. I think the not feeling well gave me a case of the crabby appletons. That is no longer the case today, though. I mean, I'm still sick and all, but my chest congestion was getting worse (and I live in mortal fear of the bronchitis) so I made a call earlier today and got a script for the good cough syrup, so everything's a-ok in my world right now. Codeine for the win!

Today I finally gave in and wore closed-toe shoes. I did NOT wear socks, though. Not ready for that just yet. (Except for the gym, natch.) I wore the ones pictured to the right, there. They're Keen shoes, so they are super comfortable and don't aggravate my heel, and I think the crazy plaid makes them fun. I wore them to work one day last year when I was sharing an office with Work Cat and also with a woman who was quite the fashionista (and now owns her own women's dressy dress boutique in Philadelphia). Anyway, the fashionista took one look at these shoes, pointed to them and said "For reals?" I was all "What? They're comfortable! I think they're cute!" and she said "Those are the most unfuckable shoes I have ever seen!" She then went on about how I shouldn't wear them to work, or church, or the supermarket, or a bar, or basically any place where there might be single men. Now, I've never thought of footwear as particularly fuckable or unfuckable, but in my mind these will always be "the unfuckable shoes" and I laugh about that every time I put them on.

Good night and peace out, girl scouts.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

sorry that i couldn't get to you...

That subject line? Of course there's a story behind it, but it's a snarky story not sad. Well, not sad for me at least, and since I'm the heroine of this here blog, that's a big YAY right there! But I'll get to that in a minute.

The creeping crud is still here so I'm still a sicky. I managed to go into the office for about four and a half hours so that I could do what must be done. I realized in that short time that I'm going to miss one project team in particular. They're a good group of guys, and when we had our big yell-at-the-vendor meeting today one of them said to me "I don't want to say you look like hell, but... you look like hell." But he said it in such a way that it actually sounded nice, like he was concerned for my well-being. Awwww. So yeah, creeping crud. The congestion is annoying, but the lack of energy is far more annoying. I might even go to bed early tonight, so you know it's serious!

Creeping crud is also keeping my mind off anything job-search-related. I don't have the energy to worry about it.

Moving on...

So about the subject line... ok, so about a week ago I blogged something extremely possibly snarky about how it is possibly weird and definitely creepy that (redacted) is still reading my blog. Well, (redacted) apparently thought I was referring to him** so he sent me an email with a link to that "Say something, I'm giving up on you" song, along with some diatribe about how I have no idea how difficult life is for him. That may very well be. I don't know, nor do I care to know. But I can tell you this much: I've had a few rough patches in my own life (yeah, even me) and never did it ever occur to me to email emo music to anyone. Instead, I express myself through blogging, so that's a win. A win for all of us!

In other news, it's time for sleep, my frisky wee bunnies. Much love on yas.

** You're so vain, you probably think this blog is about you...

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

sicky

I thought this cold was retreating but it kicked my ASS today instead. I woke up during the night with terrible pain from all the congestion, so I got up and when I went to blow my nose I almost screamed because it made my ear hurt, but I have bad ears with non-compliant eustacian tubes, which LesleyMom would want me to tell you comes from LesleyDad's family and not hers. So after the ear fun, I made some tea and switched to the couch because I knew if I tried to lie down again that shit would hurt. I ended up going into the office for a few hours, got home around 4:00 and walked from the front door right to the couch and slept like a rock for 3 hours. Yeah, a nap. Which I never do.

I'm pleased to report, though, that despite the ass-kicking I received, I'm feeling pretty good tonight. I've once again consumed a metric fuckton of tea, Halls, Ludens, and chicken soup. I got crazy with the neti pot and also took a very hot bath with eucalyptus and peppermint oil, which I think really helped quite a bit.



 Good night, duckies.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

i can hear the rain come down, i can listen with my heart...

If you actually knew that I was quoting this song (lyrics here), then you are one of the coolest people I know. Even if I don't actually know you. Such is the power of good music.


Sparkly!
The last couple days have brought me an odd stew of feelings, ranging from relief to anger to sadness to righteous indignation to more anger to disbelief to heartache to even more anger and finally just back to RELIEF. I had a very good and productive day at work, and now that they know my contract is going to end, people I work with have been very complimentary, and sometimes it's nice to feel like "oh hey, I'm actually really good at what I do!" After work, I went to Zumba, and while it wasn't my class to teach, I did get up and lead a few songs to help my friend D. I looked in the mirror at the crowd behind me and thought about how here I was, in front of a crowd of 60 people, wearing a sparkly skirt, dancing my ass off, and hey, all 60 of them were following my lead and having a lot of fun doing it. After all of that today, how can I feel anything other than good about myself? So while the odd stew of feelings was inevitable and not entirely a bad thing, I'll be staying here with the RELIEF feeling, thankyouverymuch.

In other news, I woke up with a cold this morning. Seriously, whose idea was this? My nose feels all pinchy and stuffy, although I do have a rather alluring case of 900 Number Voice, so there's that. I got some relief from the neti pot, and then drank a metric fuckton of Tazo Passion tea while I was at work. I had dinner with the LesleyParents after Zumba, and LesleyMom sent me home with half a Cornish hen (since it seems I can never leave my parents' house without a bag o' meat), so I made that into some chicken soup, along with escarole, cannelini (white beans), and homemade broth. It smells really, really good. I'm such the Becky Home-Ecky!

And now, if you'll excuse me, I think I need a nice glass of ice wine**, and then some sleepies. Much, much love on you, dear ones.

**I bought some excellent ice wine at the winery where the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire is. In totally unrelated news, I may want to go back there soon-ish.

when the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long...

I heard The Rose on my way home tonight, and me being me, I of course sang along with it as loudly as I could. Some days it's little things like this that give me hope.

In other news, I am still waiting. Don't even ask. You know I'll let you know when I get good news.

And now it's sleepytime here at Casa de Lesleygirl. Good night, kittens.

Edited to add: content that was once removed from this blog has now been restored. Because why not tell the truth? And BOOM goes the dynamite.

Sunday, October 05, 2014

weekend whatever

Oh hey. It's me. I'mma tell you four things.

1. On Saturday, I had a fun day out with Nuel. I won't tell you where he went in the afternoon, but I did tell him that he's lucky he's not a Catholic. Going to a bacon festival on Yom Kippur would be more than just a venial, I would think. After the bacon,  we had Starbucks, dinner, and then a quick sprint through IKEA in Conshohocken. I need to go back there soon. They were just starting to put out the Christmas stuff, and some of it was cute, and I really want to make Casa de Lesleygirl as festive as possible this year. So hey, who wants to go with me?

2. I finally jumped on the Fitbit bandwagon, and I have to say that so far I'm impressed. I've been very loyal to Bodymedia / Bodybugg the last five years, but wearing the armband can really be a pain. And sometimes it would hurt my arm incision, so it literally was a pain! Plus, anytime my scar hurts it makes me nervous. What if it means that Plastic Surgery Voldemort is nearby? Yikes! Anyway, if you are also a Fitbit user, please add me so we can be Fitbit friends.

3. Tonight I went to a Gregorian chant Mass that I sometimes like to go to. The music is really pretty, and even though LesleyMom says this makes me an ultra-conservative, I like having the priest facing away from the congregation. (And I am so not an ultra-conservative!) I was feeling kinda distracted during the first reading and the psalm, but then the second reading was all BOOM! Listen to this! "Do not worry about anything" was really something I needed to hear today.

4. Tomorrow I'll hear about the job. I really, really want this job, but at the same time I'm feeling kinda chill about the whole thing. If for some reason they don't offer it to me, then I'm sure that means there's something better out there for me, and my prayer is that I'll find it soon and that it will be something that's a good use of my time and my smarts. Although, I've already come up with a very cute nickname for the new company and it would be a shame if I never got to use it!

So we shall see. Hopefully, I'll have some very good news to report to you very soon.


Good night, my wee duckies. Much love on yas.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

wordless saturday!

Well, almost wordless. As you can probably guess it would be impossible for me to ever be wordless!

I normally don't blog on Saturdays, but I couldn't call it a day without sharing this gem:


116 points! YEAH ME!

Friday, October 03, 2014

all we need is just a little patience...

So for those of you who aren't on the Facebook with me, here's an update, since I am sure you're here for all the hot, steamy, job-searching action:

I got a call that since my (hopefully) future manager was on vacation this week, the final offer will be made on MONDAY. So yeah, more waiting. I am doing my Lesley bestest to be patient, and as ever, I am hoping for the best.

So that's it. I am tired. Lesleygirl out!

Thursday, October 02, 2014

and now, we wait...

I know you've all been once again on the edge of your seat, so I will tell you that the interview went really, really well today. Quite simply, I rocked it. I am supposed to hear "soon." I really hope that "soon" means TOMORROW because if I have to wait until Monday, there is just not enough wine in my house for that kind of waiting. Hmmm... maybe I should go back to the Renaissance Faire so I have an excuse to drink wine all day? Lemme know if you want to go. I have a BOGO coupon. Bargain!

So yeah, I'm waiting. And to quote Tom Petty, The waiting is the hardest part, every day you see one more card. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is the hardest part...

Anyway, after the interview I drove over to Wegman's and called my headhunter from the parking lot (since I didn't want to sit in the office's visitor parking and make that call). After that, I went to Trader Joe's since we were all out of Tuna For Cats here at Chez Lesleygirl, and the beasts would be very unhappy with me if I came home empty-handed. Oh and Trader Joe's is about one mile from possible new office, as is Starbucks and Wegman's. Still more reasons why this job and I are MFEO.

After TJ's I wanted to get some dinner before driving home, so I went back to Wegman's to get some dinner at their pub. I had some damn fine scallops and a nice apple cider martini, as you see here. Just the thing to take that post-interview edge off.

In other news... oh hell, there is no other news, people. This job searching stuff is all-consuming by the time you get to this final round. My prayer now is that even if things don't work out with this job, that the right job will come my way very soon. Although, I really do believe this will work out.

Every morning, LesleyMom goes to daily Mass, and then when she's back home she texts me who the saint of the day was and a little about them. Yes, this is just as cute as it sounds. Yesterday was St. Therese Lisieux (also known as the Little Flower), who my family is very devoted to, and today was the feast of the Guardian Angels, so this morning LesleyMom texted me that she'd asked my guardian angels to watch over me during this interview. Awww! I mean, really? How sweet is that?

Time for this chica to go sleepy-bye. Good night, my little lambs.

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

and you're not the only one who's lonely...

The subject line is because this song has been in my head this evening. Don't give out, don't give up, one of these nights you might find someone to love...

Holy fuck, people. This has been quite a day.

I had a good conversation this afternoon with the headhunter who's working on getting me this job. He gave me some insight into the people who will be doing my final interview, and a pep talk. Then this evening, the LesleyDad gave me a pep talk, too. So I'm feeling very, VERY confident about this! But please, even so, send those good thoughts, prayers, and swinging chickens for me at around 3:00 PM Eastern.

The company I'm interviewing with is very close to the King of Prussia mall -- oh and before you get all "OMG, that's too far!" you need to remember that I live very close to the bridge that connects the NJ Turnpike to the PA Turnpike, so from my house it's 45 minutes in no traffic, and 1 hour in traffic. I can live with that. And if I love the job, which I hope I will ONCE I OFFICIALLY GET IT, I can move closer. I'm portable, you know.

So I'm thinking that after my interview, perhaps I'll wander over to the mall for a while, and maybe treat myself to a nice dinner. And one of you should join me so I don't have to do all this alone. Hit me up. Seriously.

In other news, today was a most excellent day activity-wise. Check out those numbers there! I'm feeling pretty good about this. I went to the small group personal training at lunchtime that we have at current job, and then after work I went to Zumba and danced like a maniac. And apparently that all caused me to burn a metric fuckton of calories. Eye of the Tiger, baby.

And in still yet other news, this is being written much later than its timestamp suggests because I keep getting distracted! Some days I feel like my brain is a browser with about 30 different tabs open, and all of them are running at least one script or applet. Today is one of those days.

Good night, my wee duckies. Much, much love on yas tonight.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

as i write this letter, send my love to you...

Two for Tuesday!

1. Whatever has bloomed with the fall allergies is officially SUCKING MY WILL TO LIVE! Right now I'm on one Zyrtec, one Allegra, Flonase twice a day, and I'm still miserable. My eyes are so itchy that I just may scratch them out, so I emailed my ENT's office** and asked for a script for some eyedrops. Tonight on my way home, I picked up said eyedrops. But after I got home I realized that eyedrops = putting stuff in my eyes! Oh, the humanity! I am not a fan of the putting stuff in my eyes but I have to be a big girl and do this and shut up about it. I may pound a glass of merlot first, though. (Shhhh... our secret!)

**Any doctor with a patient portal that allows me to do things like send an email when I need a prescription is my new favorite doctor. The fewer number of people I have to talk to in order to get what I need, the happier I am.


2. You people are hilarious! So in my last entry, I tell you that we here at Lesleygirl Industries will no longer be discussing relationships in this here blog, and several of you felt moved to email me and ask what details I'm omitting. Seriously? There is nothing to tell right now, and I'm very much okay with that. My focus right now is on finding the next thing career-wise, and I'm still willing to blog all the hot job-finding action over here!***

One of the aforementioned emails led to a funny back-and-forth with one of my best girls. I said something about how some days I think I should stop blogging, but then I always come back to the fact that I need a place to tell my stories, and this is it. Then I said to her "Is it weird that (redacted) reads this blog every day? And (redacted) has no idea that I know that (redacted) is reading it?" Without even pausing to think, she said "No, not weird. Creepy." Yeah, I think I'd agree with that assessment.

***Oh speaking of which, on Thursday afternoon I have my interview with the CEO of Possible New Company (who will receive a fun nickname ONCE THEY HIRE ME). So, around 3:00 PM Eastern time, please send those good thoughts, prayers, and swinging chickens. And, as some of you are already aware, if I get this job, I will post a video of me swinging a chicken on Facebook. So that should give you even more motivation to support your local Lesleygirl.


That's enough for now. Good night. Much love to each & every one of you. (Yes, even you.) xoxo