I know, I know, I haven’t written in a while. It’s the whole thing where I don’t feel like getting on my computer after I’ve been on it all day at work. But it was a good week. I like my new job, a lot. It’s a very small department, just four of us, and I’m the only female. And the guys I work with are very gentlemanly, so they do all the chivalrous things like holding doors open, letting me sit in the front seat when we went to lunch, and that sort of thing. It’s actually pretty nice. Of course, I can’t gossip with them like I could with the girls at Delta Queen, and they won’t care to hear about the details of my love life (particularly since one of my coworkers is a friend of George’s) but so far I like them, and I like the job. It seems as if I have more freedom to do what needs to be done, there’s less corporate bull-malarky, and my position is respected now. So overall, good.

Today I went to get some jazz shoes for my dance class. The one I’m definitely sticking to, seeing as the ugly shoes cost me $50. Sheesh. Wish I would have just ordered them online last week like I meant to do. Would’ve saved $30. Sigh. But I did buy some other fun things today. There was a Rite-Aid that is closing down, and when that happens – great clearance stuff. They don’t bother sending their inventory to other stores, they just sell it cheap. So brand-new make-up, toiletries, hair dye, that sort of thing, on sale. Love that. Also I bought a few plants for the porch. Hope they don’t die. I think they might do okay since summer is winding down.

On Friday we went to Houston’s for lunch. I’ve been there for a week, and already my boss is retiring. Which means out of four people, two of us are new. But we all went to lunch, and I had this delicious chicken salad. A massive mound of grilled chicken that was shaved or something yummy and lettuce and these tortilla strips and then some peanutty dressing. I don’t know how bad it was for me, but it was very tasty. I’m sure I underestimated the points for it. I’ve only got 12 flex points left to last through Tuesday, so I have to take it easy tonight. Tomorrow is George’s mom’s birthday, and there will be cake, and very likely pizza involved. Which is kind of sad for his mom, as she has celiac disease, which means she can’t eat cake nor pizza, nor can she drink beer. We will be meeting at the pub. Hmm.