that high-pitched squealing noise you hear?
yeah…um, sorry about that. it’s totally me. because i’m totally about thisclose to exploding into giant, squishy bits of twitchy glee. ka-SPLODE!!!!!!
my giant, nerve-wracking, career-changing, lifestyle-impacting, mind-eating, all-encompasing, massively important meeting went splendidly. fantabulously. fucking awesomely, terrifically, beyond-my-expectations kick ass. i’m like, fucking floored. seriously. it went far better than i ever could have hoped for, and once i got started it was like…not at all intimidating.
really, the VP is actually a pretty spiffy guy and was way easy to talk to. and the best part of everything is we were totally on the same page for virtually everything. and most importantly, i love my job. i love job #2, it’s like, the best job i’ve ever been lucky enough to have. and the idea that i may get to do this on a more permanent, more active, more involved basis is just…well, it’s so overwhelming; but in the best way possible.
i can’t even concentrate on anything else right now. i’m so…spent. but it’s great. right now — knock on wood — everything is fantastic. i’ve just gotten over a major career hurdle with no casualties, i’m going to see my daddy in a month, and my buttnugget loved his birthday present.
i dare say i’m on the borderline of contentment right now. or at least, as much as i can be at this moment.
spiffy.
Next on the 10 o’clock news, a terrorist bombing results in a bus full of people to be covered in mexican, and we’re not talking about burritoes. The president released a statement today that you can’t distinguish mexicans from iranians, and invasion plans are underway.
But first, are breasts good for storing small arms? we’ll find out when we return.