First and foremost, everyone should know that I am moving to New York! No, not right this second, but within in the next few months or so. Vince and I already have an apartment, and if you really want to know where I live, check your inbox. If I haven’t sent you an address, you can either beg me for the information, or sulk because I don’t like you enough to give you the key to my personal life.
So, everyone is invited! We have a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom castle in Manhattan – and there’s even a room designated for guests! Yes, you can come to New York and have your own bedroom! Without going to a hotel even! It’s amazing…
And that’s all I have on that. In other news, training is still moving forward. I think I am dealing well with the whole locker room mentality of my training class, but there is one individual I am still hoping will disappear into the great wide unknown. Anyone have any connections with the mafia? Because this guy is a total jerk (language toned down for our young viewers)! He is single-handedly the most chauvinistic person I have ever met, and for no good reason he has it out for me. Most days I am able to just ignore his presence and avoid any sort of conversation, but on those few occasions where it can’t be avoided, I am the recipient of all his small-penis anger and frustration (oops, that just slipped out). His very existence makes me bristle, even as I am as polite and professional as I can be. Ergh.
Sigh. There is nothing better to talk about in the office. I continue to muck on, hoping that the work in my field office will be more satisfying than training, and wishing that all of mankind would just grow up and stop talking about their bodily functions and the women they sleep with behind their partner’s backs.
That is really the large and small of my career.
As for Valentines Day, just recently passed, I spent the actually day of love in training until about 7PM in West Virginia. Then I ate cold cuts with my Vincent and slept through the three-hour car ride back to Philadelphia. We couldn’t eat a fancy dinner because I had an ultrasound appointment the following morning (check-up for my one remaining kidney) and that requires that you not eat for twelve hours prior. The plan was to celebrate Valentines Day on Saturday at the Shore, eating lobster at Robert’s, and relaxing in the whirlpool bathtub. However, that didn’t happen.
I woke early on Saturday morning and checked my pda. Vince and I were scheduled to be at Jane’s at 5PM for Nicole’s engagement party. So there went our idea of lobster. Not that I’m complaining! Jane’s party for Nicole ended up being quite cozy, and the food was delicioius!!!
In any case, this Valentines Day I was the happy recipient of a star. Yes, Vincent bought me a star and named it Pookah-Ryan, after me. So, someday when we humans are out in space, colonizing and visiting like on Star Trek, part of the shuttle navigation will include something to the effect of, “It’s just ten light years past Pookah-Ryan.” Isn’t that exciting?!
Vincent also has a practical side, so I also received a new palm pilot. He decided that my need for color far outweighed anything else. So there you have it: my new Handspring Treo. It’s tiny and efficient – AND colorful!!
So there was that. And then the snow. Vincent pulled a muscle in his bum while shoveling, and I, like the donkey that I am didn’t pack snow boots (for that matter, I don’t even own snow boots!). But that didn’t stop me from shoveling a walkway from the car to the house! Oh, what fun!
And that rounds me out. So I’m off to the fair!
