Today, I got tulips from the hubs. And heartburn from Chipotle. 
And a card from my mom with a picture of a baby on the front with the inside that reads: Warning. Valentine’s Day can cause babies.
It’s going pretty well so far. Aside from the heartburn, which needs to alleviate itself before we go to my favorite Greek restaurant tonight, Santorini.
This just makes me laugh…
Because I’m tired of feeling guilty for being happy on Valentine’s day…
And, just for the hubs because I know you read…I thought this was appropriate for us.
So, I’m really not kidding when I say scientists need to concentrate less on global warming and more on making a juice that makes me motivated to do things. Like work. I’ve never in my life been more, uh, procrastinate-y than I am now. Although my list of things to do here is small, I’d rather give blood again than do any of my work. (anyone who knows me knows my one blood donation experience did not go well.)
In other news, I bought the pinkish-red Betsey Johnson glasses with my no money. (read: credit card) Hey – we’re getting “free” money from Uncle Sam in May. I’ve just got half of mine spent already. But I can’t WAIT to get my new glasses. I heart them.
In more painful news, I need to get a crown on one of my teeth. Boo. I went for a checkup yesterday (apparently my first in almost 3 years! ooops…) and although I didn’t have any cavities, she said there was a small one forming underneath a huge silver filling in one of my molars, and that I should just get a crown before I need a root canal. Uh…okay. Booooo! So, February 26th, my mouth and my pocketbook will be a little lighter.
Other than that – no other news to report. Sad. Sad existence, sometimes.
So, I had my phone interview yesterday. The lady I spoke to was super cool. Things went really well. I admitted to my lack of budgeting skills, yet touted my work in content/maintenance, and my educational background in graphic design. She wanted me to come in the next day to meet the owner and a few other people. I felt it was in the bag.
I returned to my desk after the phone call to arrange a time via email to come to their office and do the meet and greet. And suddenly, I felt I needed to know the salary. It’s one of the first things that would make me stray from this opportunity. So, I emailed her and asked. Then, of course, she emailed me back and asked, “what would make me happy?”
Uhm, $100K a year would make me happy, but here’s this.
The range I gave her was $5K-$15K more than what I make now. Reasonable, because honestly, that’s what it would take for me to leave.
She came back with $5K-$10K less than what I make now. I politely declined the position.
So – no harm done. The whole experience was great for me – I appreciate my job much more now than I did on Monday.
In other news, I want to buy a new pair of eyeglasses. The two pair that I found at Macy’s that I LOVE are Betsey Johnson. I want them both. One pair is hot pink and the other is black, green and white. Of course, I can’t find any photos of said glasses so I can’t post them, but I’m torn. Also, I have no money to pay for new glasses.
Suddenly, with 48 hours, I have a phone interview at a local design company.
Let’s go back to Monday night. I decide to log into linkedin.com – a networking site. I notice I have a message from someone who’s a president of said design co – with a job opportunity and description.
It’s for an Interactive Producer – read project manager.
Mind you, I have NO project managing experience. He knew that – my whole resume is on this site. Not to mention I’m not really looking for a new job right now. Yet, last night, I passed my resume along, just for shits and giggles.
And now, at 3pm this afternoon, I have a phone interview.
I’m scared shitless. Like – literally. In theory – this is my dream job. And they came to me. I’d be an idea person, the hub for projects – in a small, hip design house. However, I’m fairly comfortable in my current job. I’ve got pull – I’ve been here for four years now, and what I’m hearing is that I might finally get to start doing fun things now, instead of the ominous copy and paste that is my daily routine.
What’s a girl to do?! More later.
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