Thursday, November 19, 2009

Sometimes Laziness DOES Pay!

First - Everything about Paheeba Day was incredible!  Thank you, you amazing, delightful, lovely ladies of Pajiba!  Thanks for all of your planning and writing and editing and Photoshopping and general awesomeness.  I feel privileged to be among your members.
Second - I was a giant, whiny baby on Monday.  GIANT.  So giant, in fact, that I actually *cried* in front of my boss.  My boss and I are also friends, so this isn't as tragic as it could have been, but still - come ON, we mock people who cry at work!  In the past couple of months, 7 of my friends have entered into relationships (some with each other, which is just about the cutest thing EVER) and I'm definitely happy for them.  However, my stupid girl-self also spent some time in the Bitter Barn feeling sorry for myself and lamenting my lack of a love life.  On Monday morning, my boss greeted me and said, "Hey, you look sad; what's up?" and then you know how when someone's nice to you it just makes you cry like a girl?  Yeah, so that happened.  At the end of my little Pity Party, she said, "I know you know this.  I KNOW you know this, but Lainey, no one's just gonna' just show up & knock on your door.  You have to get out there and make yourself available to meet people.  It's not just going to happen by sitting in your jammie pants and watching teevee."
Oh realllllllly?
So, Angel-ica sends me a text Monday afternoon, "Hey, would you be interested in going out with a 28-year-old guy"?  WhutWhut? 
I wrote her back and we played text tag for a few minutes until I got irritated as crap with that (GOD, I hate extended texting, unless it's of the dirty, sessy variety) and called her.  Her husband, M, works with a guy who said to him, "I'd just like to meet a nice, funny, cute, kinda' nerdy girl who's independent, kind of a homebody, has some meat on her bones and a brain in her head." and M exclaimed, "I KNOW THAT GIRL!" I told Angie that I'm not a nerd though and then she laughed and laughed...
Angie said that her husband was SO excited that he'd actually already emailed my picture to the boy and they were planning our first meeting/date.  I *jokingly* asked if he would mind if I showed up in my jammiepants and Angie shrieked, "Ohmygod, yes!  Yes, let's do that!"  So now, the 4 of us are going to get together at the boy's house, in our jammies, and watch movies, eat Mexican take-out, and play with the Wii.  I think it sounds like a lot of fun and even if it's not a love connection, it'll be good to have some interaction with a guy who isn't my dad or the janitor at my office.
Also, the fact that I get to keep saying to my boss, "Neener, neener, neener - enjoy working hard while I sit on my ass and do nothing!" has not grown old.

Third - Speaking of sitting on my ass and doing nothing - evidently that pays off at work, too!  I got a promotion (well, technically I got a better title & more vacation time) and a raise today.  Cool, right?  I'm sure this will come back to bite me in the ass as it can really only mean that more work is coming and they're trying to butter me up to do it.  Whatevs.  Not like I was doing anything anyway.

Fourth - I started Weight Watchers again a couple of weeks ago. I've lost 5 pounds and while I'm aware that it isn't much, at least the scale is going down instead of up for the first time in a really long time.  I'm freaking STARVING every afternoon around 4:30, so I need to find a way to deal with that, but otherwise, I'm doing pretty well and it's kind of fun to treat my daily points allotment as a scavenger hunt.  Now I just need to get off my lazy ass and throw some exercise into the mix.  Baby steps, baby steps...

Fifth - I tagged this with "waking up with things in your mouth" because it makes me laugh.

Sixth - I have to go to an Employment Law Review all afternoon on Friday, BUT, I get to go with my boss to Red Robin for lunch and I have been saving my extra Weight Watchers points this week so I can have a burger, fries and freckled lemonade.  I'm way more excited about this than I should be.

Seventh - After this Friday, I will not be required to wear pants on Fridays until next January!  Yeah, bitchez!  Between Thanksgiving and New Years, I will have every Friday off work.  Suh-fricken-weet!

Eighth - I don't have an eighth.

Ninth - My pajama date means I get to go shopping for new jammie pants - YAY for new jammie pants that actually serve a purpose for once!

Tenth - What do you squirrellybutts have going on this week?


jamiepants said...

I so adore you and am uber-excited for your jammie date.
This weekend...I triple-booked Saturday night with drinking with my sister in Biloxi, going to the hornets game with my boy-pants, and Neko Case. I'm realizing I should actually use my planner instead of staring at it on my desk. Neko Case wins, by the way.
So that's what I'm looking forward to. =)

Anna von Beaverplatz said...

Ha! I initially misread that as you wanting to go on a date in your "jamiepants". I thought, "Hm, Lainey, that seems like it might scare the boy off." Hee! This is awesome. The date is awesome, the new jammie pants are awesome, the raise/title/vacay thing is AWESOME, the losing weight is awesome, and your boss is awesome. Waking up with things in your mouth is NOT awesome.

As for me, there was something on my brother-in-law's FB wall about red velvet (the food, not, like, red velvet jammie pants), so I'm hoping there's an invite coming my way. Other than that, I've got very little classwork left for the semester, so I'm going to try to get some of that out of the way, and some work for my consulting job, and pretty much sitting around in my jammie pants relaxing.

Or maybe no pants.... we'll see.

brite said...

The jammie pants date...I wish I were still single so I could do that.Me and the Big G often sit around in our jammie pants, but it's not what you'd call a 'date'.Have a ton of fun Lainey!

The Management said...

"I know you know this. I KNOW you know this, but Lainey, no one's just gonna' just show up & knock on your door."

Listen honey, if I wasn't happily married, you had better be god damn sure that I would just show up and knock on your door! Then I'd do unspeakable things to you and you'd be all like "didn't we just meet?" And I'd be all like "yeah" and you'd say "oh, ok. Now just a little to the left."

Congratulations on the weight-loss. Five pounds in two weeks is awesome. But I still lurve you just the way you are.

Nicolae said...

Nice. Congratulations on the pajama party and promotion/raise. Best of luck with the jammie orgy or double horizontal boogie. (c: Go sex post!

Cindy said...

Your blog makes me happy. And I have never gotten to go on a jammie pants date in all my life, how do you do all this shit whilst just sitting around? Promotions, men dropped at your feet and weight just falling off with no exercise? You made a deal with Satan, didn't you? I thought there was something fishy...

So now, I'll just sit back and wait for it all to catch up with you, because those deals with the devil never work out the way they're supposed to. You're going down, chica!

OK, I'm sorry, I only want the best for you. It must be the beer talking.

Lizzie said...

Awesome about the five pounds, Lainster. Every little bit counts! *does happy dance for you*

As for the starving at 4.30 part, I feel your pain. Try a mid-afternoon snack of maybe an apple and some cashews or almonds? Something with some fiber in it will help keep you fuller longer. I have the same exact problem, only I usually end up eating an english muffin or something and then I'm not hungry for the rest of the night. So I don't eat dinner. But that's a whole different story!

Also, your jammie pants date sounds like the best thing EVER. I want one of those!