Life is Good

Last week I started a new job and I love it!

The people I work with are friendly, funny, and super laid back.

It's a nice change from where I've been the last month.

And there are some bonus features to where I now work.

Let me round out some of my favorites:

The bathroom smells like a Mister Misty Freeze - cherry flavored, I think. Let me clarify - The WOMEN'S bathroom. I will not vouch for the smell in the men's room!

The sensor in the paper towel dispenser (in said women's bathroom) is malfunctioning, making it so you have to lean all the way into the doorway. So there's a good chance I'm going to get smacked in the face by a swinging door for my good hygiene efforts. This is particularly funny to me since my company produces sensors. Ironic.

On my desk I have approximately 50 paper clips, 14 post it note pads, three tape dispenser refills, two computer screens, one stapler and zero files.

But my social calendar is blowing up. I have two potlucks, one holiday lunch, one holiday dinner, a holiday party and 3 paid holidays coming up! Which probably means my rear is going to be doing some blowing up of it's own. Sigh.

I suppose I could exercise some self control and not eat ALL the goodies offered.

But where's the sport in that?

How can I gloat about the amount of weight I lose after the baby if I don't gain any weight in the first place?

That makes sense, right?

In other exciting baby news I found out today that I get to be fitted for the ever stylish, highly sought after compression hose.

They sound sexy, right? Ow, ow!!

Not only do I have to wear them, but I have to be measured for them.

I'm not even sure that I want to know how big my thighs are, I definitely don't want someone else to measure them and then record that number for others to review and assign a size to.

If those panty hose come and they have a size that begins with an X, I'm ripping that tag out immediately and blocking the memory from my brain.

Just one more thing I'm going to hold over my son's head when he's older.

Right along with the amount of time I end up in labor with him, and my never ending supply of gray hair (which I swear has multiplied since becoming pregnant the first time).

I think his high school graduation party would be a good time to bring up these items...along with the naked baby photos.

I'm really looking forward to it.