I Love My Colleagues

It's a very strange feeling to actually love my job and the people I work with. It's usually either one or the other. I'm so happy that now I have both! They threw me a surprise bridal shower at work yesterday and I was so touched. There was cake, other yummy goodies (some of which were homemade!) and even favors! D put her creativity into action and made little shakers of "happiness dust." How cute is that! They collected money from everyone to get me a gift certificate to Gretta Cole and so now I can indulge in that massage that I've been wanting for so long. I just can't get over how thoughtful, sweet, and sincere everyone is at my company. I've been stuck in other jobs before where I felt trapped. Now I'm working on contract at this job and it's up in December. I want to be trapped here! I hope my contract will be renewed when the time comes:o)

After the shower, I met up with the girls at the Rattlesnake for happy hour. Well, happy hour turned into happy night and I drank way too much sangria. I tried to be healthy and got the salmon and rice entree for dinner. We ate, talked, drank, and had a merry old time. I got home at around 10:00 and that was it, or so I thought, until I put the pieces together this morning. I couldn't remember what I did between the time of getting home and going to bed. The aging is killing my memory cell by cell. Anyway, I was at work this morning and it suddenly dawned on me. What did I do when I got home last night? I ATE HALF A CHICKEN. Yes, I know, totally and completely disgusting considering I had already eaten an entire dinner. He had roasted a chicken for dinner and ate what he could. He left the remainder of it on the stove. I came home, saw it, grabbed it and proceeded to eat every single morsel of chicken. I even sunk low enough to suck the meat off the bones. I did share a little with the doggies, but I ate waaaaay more than I should have. No wonder I'm so freaking bloated today! Ugh, I'm so gross.