Well, nuts to you former manager, but my promotion came through and is official as of July 17th (yeah, I’m slow at updating).
You know what this means? This means that someone who met me once, for a 20-minute interview, was willing to make more concessions than someone who managed me for nearly 3 years (about 6 months of that was under the useless twit). I had another interview within my former organization at the same time, where they were willing to send me for french training to get my oral french up to C level — another concession I know would never have crossed your mind in a million years, especially as I had coworkers who couldn’t get sent for training despite having been on the list for years.
It’s so nice to work for someone consistent and rational, someone whose decisions last longer than it takes one to fart.
Anyhow, enough about work, I have four days of work left until I’m on vacation. The DB and I are going to visit his folks for a day or two, then drive to Toronto to fly to Vegas. Yes, this trip has been announced to all and sundry for quite some time, and no, we’re not going to get married — or if we are, it’s news to me. A friend of the DB’s is getting married on 08/08/08, and we were invited, so we’re making a roughly 5-day trip out of it.
We’re staying at the Flamingo, and I was checking out the hotel online; there’s a spa, a wildlife section, a pool, and a gym, so it sounds pretty good to me. You can even rent cabanas to watch tv by the pool at roughly $150/pop — I don’t understand why you’d bother, but what do I know about luxury?
I’m just looking forward to getting away. Last week was a long, brutal one, and isn’t the norm for a lowly peon like myself. I’m sure there will be more of them, but it’s still draining, especially when you’re not really expecting it. I did have a nice mani/pedi session with K on the Monday, and though I destroyed my manicure before evening leaving the salon, it was nice at least to have a professional shape my nails for me, a task to which I am ill-suited. I make a terrible girl.
I’m stressed about school and finances, which is nothing new. My finances are in decent shape, it’s not as though I’m going broke, but I do still have at least one more semester of school to pay for, and I have my bike insurance now due. Fortunately I was able to save some of my tax return to cover it — despite the DB’s attempts to spend it.
As for school, I sent in my revised paper proposal, I got comments back, I haven’t read them yet. Much like checking my bank balance, I figure what I don’t know can’t hurt me. I never thought I’d grow up to be in denial to this extent, but there you have it. I’m a chicken.
I’m also fairly boring, though I do often think about things to post. Some of my friends are getting to be more active again in their posting, so I figure I should do the same, especially when I have friends tell me they like to read what I write because I’m blunt and honest.
I had a post on my LJ (pretty much tied to my last emo post here) that prompted a girly session a few weeks ago, which was nice and supportive. The long and short of it is that there’s often stuff I don’t post here because I don’t want to admit to people that something’s wrong, or that something’s upsetting me, either because I don’t want to colour how they view things, or because I don’t want to admit to something that feels like failure to me, even if rationally I know it isn’t.