Holla!

If you know me on Facebook, then you know that I am currently in a fairly victorious mood. Here, I'll show you:

See, I'm pretty happy, right? Because remember how I bitched and moaned about shit not going my way, and how I mentioned that I'd applied for a job on November 11th? Well, I straightened out my attitude and that did wonders for me. Then, yesterday, I was informed that I'd gotten the job.

That isn't strictly true. I found out at least a week ago that I'd gotten the job, but you have to wait for the Human Resources department in another state to contact you before it is official. That idiot finally called me yesterday and, after I negotiated a $4,500 raise, I got the job (they wanted to give me a $3,000 increase, I declined based on the terms and thanked them for the offer, and then the idiot just said "ok" and that was it until the awesome executive assistant took care of things). So I am feeling pretty chuffed.

And that doesn't even cover what a rad fucking 30th birthday I had! Dude, I went to Starbucks before I hit the office so that I could get my free birthday drink. Then I worked for about 3.5 hours before my friend took me to a delightful lunch. It happened to be the day of our holiday party and management let's us go home at 1 on that day, so I left and went to the gym for a little cardio before a birthday nap and dinner with J. I got some stellar presents including an iPod Touch from J and a really pretty coat from my grandmother. I also had a total of 7 people sing 'Happy Birthday' to me so I felt special all throughout the day. Rad. Rad. Rad.

And now I have a three-day weekend because I disposed of my final PTO day of the year on Monday. So, to recap: Had an awesome 30th birthday on the 8th, was promoted on the 10th, and am not enjoying a three-day weekend.

Life is good!