So I Grumbled... A Lot...

I did. When the merger was happening I grumbled a lot. And I feel it was rightfully so because, to be frank, I had the best job in the world. I'm sure there are people out there that would disagree and argue with me that I was full of shit, but as it stood, I had the best job in the world.

The best job in the world for me.

And I was heartbroken. That job was the squishy landing pad that I went to every day in the months and few years following the death of my son.

It wasn't my home away from home. It was just my other home.

I always knew what I was walking into. There were no politics, only smiling faces. And while you can't like everybody, I have managed to be surrounded by truly kind and talented people for the last almost four years.

I was crushed.

It's begrudgingly that I admit to you that I am happy in my new job. I'm not only surrounded by those same wonderfully talented people, but I'm now surrounded by over 200 other talented people.

Who all dress better than I do.

They probably smell better too, I'm not sure, I think if I sniff them at this point, I might never get the chance to sniff again.

I'm kidding.

Mostly.

So yeah, I was a little titty baby because I complained about losing the awesome place that I worked in where we could bring our dogs to work and we had a keg. Where we had a pool table and hobos in the alleyway.

What's the trade off? What did I end up with?

Well, I'm still a titty baby, but now, I'm a titty baby that does not have dogs in the office anymore. I do have the ability to watch TV on my Mac at my desk. And I no longer have a keg in the office, I now have four. No longer do I have a pool table in my office, I have to settle for ping pong. And hobos... Don't get me started. Less hobos, more strippers. We are right across the street from a strip club where the guys start lining up at 10:00 am to get inside.

I also get to work with an awesome Motion Graphics and FX department. And I have resources galore and some crazy amazing clients, that I'm sure you know, with commercials that my company created that I know you've seen.

That's me...

Titty baby.

PS. I have yet to find the zombie department.

I'm pretty sure it has to exist though.

And the Journey department. Or maybe Foreigner.

I already found the techy nerdy guy that walks around in the Joy Division T-Shirt.

T-Minus Two Days...

Two days, that is what I have left in my current office. Monday we make the move to Hans and Dieter and I have to tell you, I'm not sufficiently medicated.

Tomorrow I get half of the Blackberry/Laptop combo that is known as the "corporate umbilical cord". The other half comes next week, with orientations and training sessions and corporatey horseshit.

I mean horseshit with the utmost of respect, because frankly, I used to be fully on board the corporatey horseshit train. Choo Choo mother fucker.

Did I mention that on a normal day there are five of us in my office that do my particular job and today there was just me. Me, with my office in boxes and a nonfunctioning printer and copier. All the tools of success.

So when my co-worker who hadn't answered a call since noon yesterday, who didn't call in before noon today told me that something "wasn't as high a priority as you think it is." after he sat on this huge "to do" list for a week that I was given LAST NIGHT, I dutifully informed him that I did indeed "have the priority straight, especially since we're down for two days moving our office (jackass)." He conceded.

What I'm saying here is that, while I came back to blogging, I need leniency. Delicious,sweet leniency because I'm undermedicated, overworked and trying to determine the fine line between stomach irritation and ulcer. Have no worry, because tomorrow I will have that Blackberry and I will have webMD at my fingertips, even in the CAR, to determine if "hole in stomach lining" is worth adding to my resume.

And have I mentioned that my hair is mostly detestable? Well it is, but I greatly believe my perspective on that will change after my doctor's appointment next week, because one way I always know that the doldrums have settled in is when I feel the need to shave my head and just start over.

Which now that I have laid all of this out, I suppose that I should look at this whole office moving experience as shaving the head of my career and starting over. Only there will be no party in the back of my new mullet. Just business all over.

Business all over.

Choo choo mother fucker

Ps... I promised a BoomTube Saturday night and I might have to move it to Friday. Jason and I have decided to get a hotel room at the casino and get away from the kids for a night before they end up on the side of a milk carton.

Please don't call child protective services.

Two Things...

Two things happened today:

1) I toured the company that bought us and what is to become our new office in two weeks. I can sum it up pretty well with this...

Imagine a Post Modern, all white, Dutch German mental hospital where men named Dieter and Hans might be walking around in black turtlenecks and off in the distance you hear the faint sounds of screaming. Suddenly those sounds comes to an abrupt halt. "Vould you like some Ice Cream? Be careful sitting in the chair, it's made out of three sticks and a sea shell, but really, sit there and admire this painting. It was painted by a recluse from the Swiss Alps who lost his arms saving kittens from Nazis and overly enthastic PETA protestors known simply as "The Huggers". He paints completely with his toes. We discovered him on You Tube." says Dieter. Or maybe Hans.

From now on I will merely refer to my company as Hans and Dieter.

2) When I picked my son up today he did not stop talking for a solid hour and a half. He only paused for quick breaths.

...And that is why I just opened a beer at 2:30 in the afternoon.

The end.

PS I think my office was decorated in Stanley Kubrick for Ikea.