As I was driving home from tap on Wednesday night, I came across "My Heart Will Go On" on the radio. Since I hadn't heard that song in the past 8 years or so, I thought I'd listen. And when you haven't heard it 3 times an hour for multiple months, it isn't bad. Then the song ended and I realized that I was listening to Delilah. As soon as I heard her voice, I should've changed the station. But no. So instead, I hear, "When you hear that song, who do you think of?" Is there anyone out there who doesn't immediately think of Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet? They were certainly the ones who sprung to my mind.
In other news, instead of the ice storm we were supposed to be getting, we're getting snow. It's the heavy, wet kind. Whee! Can't wait to clean off my car! At least I can always take the bus if I don't feel like digging out. Luckily I didn't have any plans for today, other than cleaning the apartment. And now that I've read the paper and bummed around a bit...I'm considering napping. It seems that if I have some free time during the day on the weekends, I default to napping. One part of my brain is like, "Dust! Clean the bathroom! The kitchen is filthy!" and another part is all, "I'm a bit tired. A nap sounds good." I'm going to blame the cats. They're always snuggled up on the bed, napping. How can I not want to join them?
And seeing that the snow has lightened a bit, digging out my car is another possibility. Maybe I'll just take a quick nap first...
I have no idea how people move and start a new job at the same time. I just would not be able to handle it. The closest I came was my first job after college, but I spent the first month sleeping on Brent's floor, so I had some support. (Hmm. Maybe that's key.)
The first day went pretty well. It seems like the job will have a lot of variety, which makes me happy. And the people seem nice and social. And there was chocolate pie. And did I mention the insanely short commute? They seem a bit disorganized, at least for people's first days (they only have orientation once a month, which just seems bizarre), but it all worked out. My boss mentioned that she has proofs for me to look at tomorrow, and God help me, I got excited. Proofs! Yay!
But at the same time, I was extremely happy to get home and put on my pjs and snuggle with the kitty cats. Because even though the day went fairly well, I still needed some kitty lovin' when I got home.
And now I'm off to have my traditional waffles. Happy Mardi Gras!
So I'm between jobs at the moment. Mind you, it's only for a very brief period--I finished at my old job on Friday, and start the new one tomorrow. It wasn't that I was miserable at my old job, that I had to get out right away. But I found a job doing what I wanted (working on books again), for more money, and much closer to home (the commute will drop from slightly over an hour to around 10 minutes). It was like the perfect storm.
The whole thing is weird. I was only at my previous job for a year and I'm feeling...not much, really, about leaving. The people are really nice at my old job, but I didn't make any real connections with anyone. When I was leaving on the shuttle, I was just like, "Well, OK. That's done."
I'm nervous and excited and scared about the new job. It'll be a lot more responsibility and I only hope that I can actually do it well.
At least my horoscope seems to be backing this move. This past week, they've all been really upbeat and "Make a change!" and "You know yourself--go for it!" and stuff like that. Not that I really put much faith in horoscopes, but it's still nice. Particularly since the horoscope on my last day the job I left a year ago was something like, "Is it really worth it?"
Also, my new job is on the 6th floor of a building, which is the same floor I was on at my first job--the place I stayed for 5+ years. So that's a good sign. And...it's about 2 feet away from CakeLove. Nice!
This is the best news ever. Now it's just a matter of getting my boss to sanction naptime after lunch. That would be awesome.
Which reminds me of a time I was giving a boy a tour of my apartment (which didn't take long, as my apartment is about 2 feet big). We get to the bedroom, and I say, "And the bedroom." I came thisclose to pointing at the bed and saying, "This is where the magic happens!" And by that, I meant...sleeping. It's a really good thing I held my tongue.
In other news, I was also pleased to see a nice story about Reserve Oriole Boyfriend Adam Loewen in the Sun yesterday.
Because I'm sad that my posts have bumped the fab picture of Toby Stephens down (because I'm 12 and giggle when I see it), I need to post this link to a bunch of pictures of him from Jane Eyre. Pictures alone probably wouldn't be worth pointing out, but the captions are awesome. Also, perhaps this will convince Carrie that she should watch this adaptation, despite her hatred of Jane Eyre.
Somewhat related is this video on how to kiss someone passionately. It's definitely worth a watch.
So I was waching Ace of Cakes this evening and they had the best thing ever--a proposal cake. Yes, a guy was proposing to his girlfriend with a cake. How awesome is that?! So, my future husband, that's something to keep in mind. Because nothing will put me in the mood to say yes to a proposal like a cake will.
My 2007 is starting in February. I'm planning on writing off January. Now that it's February, I'm back on the weight-watching wagon and have started to keep track of my spending, as part of my resolution to improve how I handle my finances. Of course, that led to double guilt when I got a package of Sugar Babies this afternoon--frivolous spending and extra calories!
February is all about new beginnings.