Tax Return. I Shall Save the American Economy Now.

A few days ago, Seth did out taxes and found out we are getting a rather generous tax return. This makes me rather happy. Now we just have to find out what to do with it. (I refuse to save ALL of it, because I am just not that fiscally intelligent. Seth will buy a Samsung Note Phone, even though they are made for giants and monsters. We might also go on a cruise. Maybe we will just retire…for a month. I hope ya’lls got tax returns up the wazoo, too.

Today was the first day I was given my first proposal to write all by myself. I confess I feel a lot of pressure. If all of my proposals are rejected, I shall feel like a writing loser. It’s crazy how a good work environment makes you want to do great work. NEVER WORK AT A TERRIBLE JOB. Seriously, if you hate your job, never stop looking for another one. 

But I really do work out...

I sit for at least two hours in my car every day. In between these drives I sit in an office for eight hours a day.

So when I am not listening to a book on tape, I am listening to crazy-awesome dance music. And while I listen, I kind of dance. Yes, I dance in the car. Sometimes people look at me like I am crazy. Maybe I am a little crazy, but sitting still that long is torture! Now I actually enjoy my rides home.

The next time you see someone jamming out in their car, JOIN THEM! Or mock them. Whichever.

These past few nights I have been working out like a beast. I had a personal trainer yell at me for an hour, and I am in serious pain. I thought I didn’t have trouble pushing myself at the gym, but after my whole body was shaking, and I was practically crying to the trainer that I couldn’t do anymore, he made me do more.  Yeah, it turns out I am not as strong or flexible as I thought I was.

So what is the moral of this story? Work out more than you think you can! Then don’t wear heels the next day.

I loves you alls.

My new job is full of wonderful things.

People bring in their dogs in Fridays. One of them peed on the cactus.
All the walls are windows.
Everyone is laid back, but good at their job.
I like to write!
The break room is brimming with free food.
They feed us lunch every week.
My boss is a geniussss.

The only problem is it takes anywhere from 40-120 minutes to drive here, depending on the day. Today was the 120 minute kind.

Also, two friends, Tessa Roberts and Shayla Sasser/Sturgiss came over for hotpot last night. I love hot pot! We have a gazillion mushrooms and nasty beefballs left, though. Perhaps I shall actually eat healthy this weekend, because I have no choice.

This is not an interesting post. Too bads for youz.

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….