Tonigggggghhhhhhttttt, We are Young (Still Stuck in My Head)

I have been berated by a few people for not keeping up on this blog.

I got busy being lazy, ya know?

From now on, I shall be better, better, and better. 

One of the newer/more exciting parts of my life is that I got a new job. It is a company in Sandy, Utah, which means a longer commute, which I have no objection to. I will be getting paid a rather decent salary, with benefits I could give a high-five to. Plus, the executives do not seem full of mammonism or hate my new department, like my current company’s executives. Instead, I will be working with experienced technical writers and a fully-stocked break room.

I shouldn’t have gotten the job. I wrote “plants” in my resume when I should have written “plans.” And yes, the interviewers noticed and pointed it out during the interview. As you can imagine, a typo on a writer’s resume is kind of like interview suicide. I thought I was going to jump off a cliff (or the high conference table we were sitting at) and run away. So I was surprised when a few days later they called to offer me the job. I accepted the job offer, partied with Seth, and imagined what it would be like to be a big girl with a big girl job. 

I’m 24, so it’s about darn time.

Tomorrow is actually me last day. My boss is a rather nice guy and throwing me a “good bye” party. Then it’s peace out to my cruddy job. 

Oh yeah, and my sister is most likely moving out to Utah for college. I am most excited because now I can make her hang out with me sometimes, but I will regret not being able to mock her about the things I watch on Portlandia anymore. Here is a clip, so you get an idea what I mean:

CHRISTMASSSSS Party at work. grammer digrezion.

Today was our department’s Christmas party. We were all fighting over a Justin Bieber singing toothbrush. I lost it, but instead I got an awesome Charlie Brown Christmas tree. We didn’t have a tree, so I am rather happy with it. The tree’s sad appearance is very fitting for our lamely decorated apartment.

I love it.

I need to start taking pictures.

I watched the latest episode of “Once Upon a Time” last night. The ending was truly Lost-esque! I already can’t wait to see it next week *bites nails*.

After I watched the show, I went to the gym because I am a good little girl. On the bikes in front of me, there was this girl, and every time a boy sat next to her, she would start talking to them super animatedly. But when a girl would sit down next to her, she wouldn’t talk to them at all. If I were single, the gym is the last place I would talk to a boy. Something about being grossly sweaty and out of breath just isn’t how I roll when trying to attract the men-folk.  Is it normally to try and get a boyfriend at the gym? Meh.

Then…tomorrow is my department’s Christmas party. I am most excited. Now I just have to figure out what white elephant gift and dessert to bring. Choices, choices….