Best Week Ever

The title is deceiving, you see, because I got pretty sick this week. My throat had been a little scratchy all weekend long (State Fair! Cabelas! MOA! A new hotel experience!), and by Tuesday morning I was lying in bed under layers of blankets, so cold that my entire body was convulsing. My throat was so sore that I could hardly swallow my own saliva, let alone anyone else's, and my body ached so terribly that I kept trying to remember if I'd gotten hit by a car or perhaps trampled by a herd of wild water buffalo the night before. It was bad. I missed work, and slept more than I ever have before in a twenty-four hour span.

Still, it was a good week...

Chad (you remember, the dumb boy...the one who convinced me to stop seeing Will and then decided oops, that he didn't really want me anyway...by the way, I don't really put up with shit so the Will situation is BACK ON...though the Chad situation is still on too because he's just too fun to stop seeing completely) came over for a couple of beers out on my balcony, but as soon as the bats got close to my head and I went apeshit, he insisted on taking me to the Viking, his favorite bar in Superior. Pretty sure the Viking is what made me sick. It seems like the kind of place that you need to build up a tolerance for, and I found myself counting the years back to my last tetanus shot as soon as we walked in the door. The Viking makes up for its haggard experience in a big way: with $2.50 half gallon mugs of beer. That's right. I'll meet you there ANY NIGHT OF THE WEEK.

I know you're saying to yourself right now, but Neej, the Viking surely cannot have been the highlight of your week. You're right. It wasn't. Now typically I don't like to delve into my work life too much here because someday, somebody might read this blog. Anyway, if I did get into my work life here, it would only be to say that I love my job. It's fulfilling and fun and my coworkers, each and every last one of them beautiful, warm my heart on a daily basis. Today takes the cake though, kids. Just two days short of my 11 month anniversary (not even a year, mind you!), I got a big ol' fat ass promotion. Believe me, it's good.

Red chose to acknowledge my success by sending me a gorgeous floral arrangement with cute little rocks lining the bottom of the vase. Literally within five seconds of their arrival at my desk, there were eight women crowded into my cube oohing and ahhing. Nobody was yet aware of my promotion and it was obvious that they were all hoping the flowers came from a handsome young man with a successful career and several horses. But, when they found out the flowers were from Red, they also found out that I got a new job and hooray! They were all excited for me! Soon I may be their supervisor!

This weekend, IT'S ON MORE THAN FUCKING DONKEY KONG! There's celebrating to be done.