Gave two weeks notice at work.
I could devote an entire post to this topic but I imagine it would be extremely boring, so I’ll give you the bullet point version. Minus any actual bullet points. I hate my current job and there’s an opening at Joey’s office. Honestly, I know I should be happy to move on, but for some reason, I don’t feel that happy about it. I just feel like I’m moving from job to job without actually going anywhere.
Had to come to terms with the fact that football season has begun.
I sat next to this on Wednesday night. And in case you can’t tell what “this” is. It’s a Dallas Cowboys zombie. There shall be no intelligent conversations, or really any conversations at all during this time. Anything I say will be in one ear and out the other. Majorly boring.
Annoyed Joey by having a phone conversation with my mom during the Cowboys game.
She told me a story about how my dad was at Whole Foods trying to choose between two rotisserie chickens, when a man walked up, took one of the chickens and it ended up being one chicken in a mirror.
Commenced operation “Eat a bag of peaches before summer ends, or mold starts.”
Was reminded that the work week should always be four days long.
Took a walk and realized how perfect dusk is.
Treated myself to a weeknight mani/pedi.
Because I could. You know what takes all the fun out of a mani/pedi? Knowing that the mani/pedicurist is tired and just wants to go home.
Realized I’ve been spending too much time on my phone.
Gave in and cracked open a can of pumpkin.
And made an amazing pumpkin pizza dough. You can’t actually taste a difference but pumpkin has the tendency to make things fluff up. I’m all for fluffy pizza dough.