Every now and again, you feel damn lucky to work in a group where the environment fosters you, both socially and mentally. (Rarely monetarily, let’s just throw THAT out there.)

Today was a ad-hoc going away luncheon for yours truly.  I say ad-hoc because I was talking to Kate yesterday and she said something about “lunch tomorrow”.  I asked what she meant.  I had not been invited.  TO MY OWN GOING AWAY LUNCHEON.

(I kid.  She’s been a tad busy.)

(Only sort of kidding.  I really had not been invited.)

(But that was soon rectified.)

(Thus endeth the parantheticals.)

Today, a group of people I don’t necessarily work with gathered at Ruby Tuesday.  I would say it was in my honor, but that sounds so ridiculous and we’re always excited to gather for any occassion.  Groundhog’s Day?  Potluck!  Flag Day?  I’ll bring donuts!  Pay day?  Iced sugar cookies, comin’ atcha!

Perhaps my favorite part of lunch today was the fact that we all DON’T necessarily work together, so it drove home the fact that we may just all make it as friends-at-work who no longer work together.  It’s possible, right?

The crowning glory, of course, was my homemade going away card.  I appreciate resourcefulness where I find it, and let’s be honest: this means more to me than any store-bought “Congratulations!” card that everyone penned their signature to.

I’m sad to be moving on, but extraordinarily happy to have been part of it.  Cause I know it’s possible.  As lame and corny as that sounds.. it’s so amazing when you hit that workplace pot o’ gold.

In a VERY awkward moment yesterday, I saw someone I went to high school with.  More succinctly, I saw her because she was picking up the trash in my building. (Apparently, she was hired to fill the slot left by Lenny the Creep.) Honestly, I couldn’t place her face (DON’T SMOKE POT, CHILDREN. EVER.), but she remembered me right away.  And after I heard her name, I vaguely remembered her from some class a million years ago. 

I was buried in tons of papers when she approached me, and after chatting a bit to fill eachother in on our lives, she said, “Well, you’re doin’ pretty well here.  Guess you got all educated, huh?  What fancy college d’you go to?”

I smiled.  This is my LEAST favorite question in all of the world.  Yes, it even surpasses “What’s that smell?” and “How’s that diet going?”, neither of which have even potentiallly good answers.  Because the answer is ugly and makes me feel like a lie. (more…)

You know how I talk about karma on here till I’m blue in the face and you’ve already clicked away to another site, possibly one with cats who laugh in the face of grammar, and yet I still feel the need to pound my fists and go, “No, really, karma works!”  Huh?  You know how that goes? 

GUESS WHAT?  Karma totally took care of me today.

(Hear that?  It’s the deafening sound of half of you clicking back to lolcats.  Which is fine.  Tell them I said Oh Hai!)

So I had my salary review this morning, and while any raise is a good raise, I was significantly disappointed by the figures, which were less than what I thought I deserved (i.e. eleventy nine kajillion a year.  Is that asking so much?). 

I came here to you, internets, to complain and commiserate about how woe is me and blahblahblah and I wrote a good long post that was full of misery and poor-pitiful-Sarah, and how stressed out I am with all of the sudden changes in our lives, and I got to the point about growing my hair out (I always turn to my hair in times of despair), and how I have really sucked at exercising lately.  I got to the “I’m just so tir” of “tired” and you know what happened?  (more…)