Sidebar, before I can even begin: does anyone else think the "wow, that's a big number" in response to the number of days one's been on Xanga is patronizing? Mine is 1065, which is a big number, but still. Stop it.

I had to create a new post because the one at the top said something about me getting promoted, as well as my initial "for-realsies" move-in with Greg...and those things happened a good 4 months ago. It was time. So here I am.

I did get promoted, and there was about a week, probably less, that I got to enjoy my promotion, then it was all about convincing me that I wanted the next promotion...soon. Sooner than I would have been comfortable with, because I felt like they would have been promoting me to that position more out of necessity than out of the time I had put toward actually earning that goal. While I appreciate the vote of confidence...no. I was not ready to do it, and the push for a too-early promotion turned into the push that I needed to start looking for a job. Originally, I was submitting resumes and such to only colleges and JCs, hoping to get into admissions or counseling/advising, something that I felt would be relevant to what I've been considering going back to school for. However. One of our roommates said that her office, a usability testing consulting group, was looking for someone to recruit participants and work with clients to determine appropriate participant profiles, as well as some office management stuff. Because I had also been considering an MBA (I know, very different...but I'm only 23. I have some time to screw up, and really, in the spectrum of "bad" decisions, getting one master's degree over another is one that I'm willing to make if I have to), I decided to go ahead and interview for it. I got the Office Dog's business card, the interview was great, and I'm starting there on Monday. I've had the whole week off due to a typical old-workplace clusterfuck of unprofessionalism and retail environment...but who's complaining?

My week off has been spent, in large part, with Greg's mom. His parents are out here for the week, so I get to entertain her while the menfolks are off at their jobs (she works at a small, East Coast liberal arts college, and is teaching online while she's away for the week; see above for my increased availability for this particular timeframe). We've been shopping, to tea, and to the spa (Burke Williams in Santana Row, my third spa ever, but by far the best...I kind of want to live there), and today we're going to see Hairspray. It's like I have a friend! A little sad, sure, that my social life is so limited, but good because I'm pretty sure she's willing to trade in her son for me. Also, she pays for things, like entire bottles of white wine that we consume at lunch. And sangria that we consume before dinner. Greg's dad pays for the alcohol at dinner-- and I just realized that I think his parents have brought us into the thick of a weeklong bender. Sweet.

My dad is coming tomorrow from Modesto to meet the parents, and that'll be the last my-parent, his-parents intro that we have to do. It should be fine...I think all that skin cancer and ensuing treatment/time off work has mellowed him a lot.

Now, to do something domestic. Again. I can't help it, I've been getting up earlier and earlier, and have all but run out of ways to waste time at home.

I'm enjoying my first two-day weekend in about a month and a half, and realized that the latest period in my life has gone largely undocumented. This will not do, my friends, this will not do! But because I'm too lazy to double-post here and at TM, and I like Blogger better, you guys are going to have to click on over to there. You'll like it, I promise! I have much to report...