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Dec. 19th, 2011 01:06 amHad a week. Did a few fun things: despite my long-standing tradition of not attending my work's holiday party, this year I decided to attend. Partly because some of my work friends had decided to go, and partly because for the first time in probably 20 years I felt kind of like dressing up. Everyone at work has been really complimentary and supportive of my weight loss, so I felt like in a way it was a safe way to come out and show off my new, smaller figure. And it was fun. I liked watching everyone dance. I hate everyone less. P wanted to come with me because they're all his ex-coworkers and he thought it might be fun to see everyone again, especially when he was all dressed up and looking good. So yeah, was fun.
Yesterday P and I had dinner and watched some more "Revenge" -- show is awesome for over-the-top drama, complicated machinations, and master manipulators; also everyone is exceedingly attractive, so it's all fun to watch. Today we went to see "Sherlock Holmes" because I <3 Robert Downey Jr. more than is seemly. I love how much they play up the homoerotic thing between Holmes and Watson. So much more fun to have a young hot Holmes and Watson. And bonus naked Stephen Fry! Anyway, was good. Big ups for steampunk glasses.
Then the less fun: Had my review. Was a pretty good review, got some very sincere and detailed praise from a couple of consultants and from my coworkers. Got a small raise but no bonus. Found out Saturday that a coworker got a slightly higher raise and a small bonus, so felt bereft and angry and pathetic. She deserves it, don't get me wrong! She's been working hard this year and got stuck doing some projects that no one else had to (or probably could do). And while I haven't had my strongest year (see: depression, health issues, anxiety, etc.) I've still had a stronger year than almost anyone else (with the exception of that coworker). So I feel the crushing weight of MASSIVE UNFAIRNESS, even though I recognize that I am an ass. P thinks I need to think about it as, well, it wasn't my best year and maybe it was her best year, and just move on. So I will do that.
I am also going to try to turn the crushing weight of MASSIVE UNFAIRNESS into motivation to finally get off my ass and get a new job. I will start after the holidays and after I've packed things. I need to get over to my new favorite clothing sales clerk and have her get me a couple of interview outfits together. I need to get rid of my two standby dresses — they're way too big on me now, and I've had them since I last job searched in 1998. Shoes are always the hardest part for me, but I'll just have to keep trying. Maybe I need to finally get to a podiatrist and see if I could have something done to my feet.
Anyway, that's my week. Woot! And here's me and P from Friday night. I look a little dazed, I think. But hey! There's less of me. Most of you have probably seen this on facebook already. I don't have too many readers over here who aren't over there, so pardon for the duplication.
Yesterday P and I had dinner and watched some more "Revenge" -- show is awesome for over-the-top drama, complicated machinations, and master manipulators; also everyone is exceedingly attractive, so it's all fun to watch. Today we went to see "Sherlock Holmes" because I <3 Robert Downey Jr. more than is seemly. I love how much they play up the homoerotic thing between Holmes and Watson. So much more fun to have a young hot Holmes and Watson. And bonus naked Stephen Fry! Anyway, was good. Big ups for steampunk glasses.
Then the less fun: Had my review. Was a pretty good review, got some very sincere and detailed praise from a couple of consultants and from my coworkers. Got a small raise but no bonus. Found out Saturday that a coworker got a slightly higher raise and a small bonus, so felt bereft and angry and pathetic. She deserves it, don't get me wrong! She's been working hard this year and got stuck doing some projects that no one else had to (or probably could do). And while I haven't had my strongest year (see: depression, health issues, anxiety, etc.) I've still had a stronger year than almost anyone else (with the exception of that coworker). So I feel the crushing weight of MASSIVE UNFAIRNESS, even though I recognize that I am an ass. P thinks I need to think about it as, well, it wasn't my best year and maybe it was her best year, and just move on. So I will do that.
I am also going to try to turn the crushing weight of MASSIVE UNFAIRNESS into motivation to finally get off my ass and get a new job. I will start after the holidays and after I've packed things. I need to get over to my new favorite clothing sales clerk and have her get me a couple of interview outfits together. I need to get rid of my two standby dresses — they're way too big on me now, and I've had them since I last job searched in 1998. Shoes are always the hardest part for me, but I'll just have to keep trying. Maybe I need to finally get to a podiatrist and see if I could have something done to my feet.
Anyway, that's my week. Woot! And here's me and P from Friday night. I look a little dazed, I think. But hey! There's less of me. Most of you have probably seen this on facebook already. I don't have too many readers over here who aren't over there, so pardon for the duplication.
