Slip of the tongue? Or a deliberate hint?

Yesterday during our vendor meeting, our controller introduced me to the vendor as the Senior Accounts Payable Specialist. My title in my current position is, in fact, just plain old Accounts Payable Specialist. I do know that our thick-as-a-plank Accounts Payable Supervisor will be demoted to Accounts Payable Specialist when I move up to my Staff Accountant position, and I suspect that my replacement will be titled Senior Accounts Payable Specialist. Our controller, however, is not given to accidentally letting things slip, so I'm wondering if that was a subtle, deliberate hint at what is to come in this department.

Speaking of which, they have yet to find a replacement for me. Argh. Argh, I say! I want my new job now! Actually, I have my new job now, and I am trying to keep up with both jobs. I want out of my old job now so that I can focus on my new job, but Thick-as-a-plank over there wouldn't be able to do any of this desk's work, so I 'm currently stuck.

Argh again.

No, I don't ride the short bus.

Ever have one of those days where you wake up feeling well rested, you have a good hair day, your clothes fit, you go to work and have a reasonable time of it, the commute doesn't suck totally, and then you get home at the end of the day and you find that in the 10 hours you were out of your house, a new, gigantic white pimple came up and you didn't even feel it? Do you find yourself realizing that was that was the reason that your cow-orker's eyes kept slipping down to your chin while they spoke to you? That the look in their eyes wasn't stress from work, but from wanting to escape the hideousness erupting on your face? That the people who like you did their best not to look at it because they didn't want to embarass you, but the people who don't like you didn't want to give it away and spoil the fun?

Yeah, me too. That was yesterday.

Today, I managed to draw all over my white shirt with a red pen without noticing, and I have a meeting with a vendor this afternoon. I can see it now... "No, ma'am, I'm not retarded, I am just shockingly unaware of what my hands are doing when I'm not looking at them as they hold an uncapped red marker and apparently flail around wildly." It's going to be great. Maybe I should take a Chonga Bagel into the meeting with me so that I can get poppy seeds stuck in my teeth and cream cheese on my lips and under my nails and grease on the table top to complete the first impression.

Torchlight

Last weekend I went over to Ken and Brad's new place, bearing proudly the chocolate cheesecake before me, which I laid down my Saturday morning to bake. We hung around and waited for Max and Michelle to show up, then barbecued the heck out of some stuff. We headed down to the Torchlight Parade and found a great spot on the balcony of the new and yet unfinished City Hall. It was a great view, up from the crowds. I managed to finally break my $500 camera, so I'm a bit hacked off. I think I may now have a reason to break down and buy a C-8080 or a D-70, both of which I've been slobbering over for some time now. The parade was fun, and we headed back to Ken's for drinks. He has the best home bar I've ever seen, and I took serious advantage of it. The guest room is great, easily as nice as some B&Bs I've seen. Private bath, veranda with teak furniture, comfy bed, and so on. I woke up around 8, showered and headed upstairs for a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and apple crisp before heading home to mow my lawn and do home work. Woo hoo!

And that was my Seafair weekend.

Work has been interesting... or something. I'm trying to get all of my process documentation in order for my replacement while trying to learn a new job and keep up with the old one. In updating all of the information, I'm finding that there is a huge amount of work to teach our new victim, and it is going to be a minor nightmare for the unlucky soul. Oh well. It will pay their bills. They're just fortunate they won't have to answer to the slack-jawed yokel currently in charge. On the other hand, they'll probably have to babysit her like I have been for four and a half years. (Don't get me wrong - she isn't inbred white hillbilly trash. She's just... kinda glazed over if you use words over a fourth-grade level.)

I've discovered two new bands. Well, they're new to me. Embrace and The Arcade Fire. Oh, and British Sea Power. And Super Furry Animals! That's more than two. Get over it. And Anna Nalick! Sorry, they just keep coming to me.