I am now officially in charge of all hourly employee hiring. Yay! What does that mean for me? Well, nothing actually. It means my manager didn't want to do it herself.
I've got all sorts of fun stuff to do tomorrow at work: post two new union jobs and hopefully not piss them off (I like having four tires on my car), work on hiring 26 new people for seasonal work, start two new stupid projects in the call center, and be excited because it's Friday!

Saturday I get to babysit in Plainfield for my friend's 6 month old girl. The mom never puts this kid down, so I've really only held her twice for about sixty seconds each time. It should be a wonderful journey, since I aint know nothing bout no babies.
My living room looks so awesome! It's all decked out for Christmas! I'm going to decorate the dining room too....and perhaps the kitchen.

I bought one of those giant blow-up-white-trash-soldiers for my front yard. I named him Mario, my inflatable boyfriend. He protects the house. This morning I was leaving for work and I noticed Mario was laying down on the job, so I fired him....Not really, I just unplugged him. Someone had to show him who the boss is (that's me).

My sister came over and made nine dozen sugar cookies. They look really good. I'm supposed to go to a cookie exchange party tomorrow, but I don't want to go.

Well, it's time to rearrange some furniture so my house doesn't look like a total wreck.

Guess what I found out at work today? I found out that if you show interest in someone's project that you end up doing their bitch work. I think one day I asked the secretary about something on her desk, and ended up being the mail opener. Today I was at our other location in town and mentioned that it would be cool to work there, since it is like a different world (it's our call center). The lady I said that to took me into her office and showed me all this "cool stuff" I could do for her. (I think everyone thinks I just fell off the turnip truck yesterday.) I am about to be roped into some bitch work for an entire month in the call center....Hopefully my manager will see this, and will insist I help her.
Why doesn't anyone get me a great dane puppy for Christmas? I've asked for one for the past three years. Have I really been that bad of a girl? : ( booo hooo
I secretly have the neighborhood cat in here...Morris is resting comfortably on the papazan chair. It will be funny when Nick gets home and sneezes uncontrollably from the dander. I've been busted with the cat in the house a few times, and almost talked him into having him move in with us, but then I had a rush of that whole conscience thing...

Ok, my comment for the last four days:

What happens in Arkansas, stays in Arkansas.

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