Well, that last post was cheerful, no? I’m just a giant fricken ray of sunshine over here, folks. I’ve been trying to look on the bright side of this whole “losing my position” thing, and have come up with a (very) few positives.
1. I don’t have to keep buying chargers for my various electronic devices every time I leave one at home. (This is an actual problem, people! I traveled with 2 phones, iPod, laptop, camera, other LARGER camera, and thanks to SantaParents, a GPS. I own 4 iPod chargers and SEVEN chargers for 2 phones!) (You may wonder why the HELL I need so many electronics. It’s a sickness, and I blame my father.)
2. I’ll get to sleep in my very own bed every night! Or the couch! Or have a slumber party on the kitchen table! The possibilities are endless!
4. I have to give back my corporate phone (lowly assistant managers don’t get PHONES, are you nuts?) So I am relying again on my personal phone, which was due for an upgrade, and what better way to celebrate losing a job (but retaining employment) then to spend some money on an iPhone!
Yup. That’s how I roll. Got told on Friday my position was being axed, accepted crumby assistant manager job w/ same company on Saturday, bought an iPhone on Sunday. This was my last week in my current position and so, iPhone in hand, I went off on my penultimate trip (I’m off to South Dakota tomorrow for one more store visit.)
That’s a shot of not only my dashboard, but the exit sign to Grove, where my family always went for summer vacation. I’ve driven past it countless times since I began traveling for my company, and never had the time to go back. Sigh. This is also the photo I sent my mom, with the subject line “one hand and no brains on the wheel”. She was less than pleased.
This is also the stretch of highway near the asylum, so the highway is lined with signs that say “do not pick up hitch hikers, as they may be escaped inmates.” Way to take a picture of an EXIT sign, and not a cool
WATCH OUT FOR THE DAMN CRAZIES sign, self!
Ok, now that WEE little white sign over the side view mirror is a 2007! Quality! Award! Winning! Rest stop! sign. You might be impressed, until you notice that every single rest stop on I-44 has one. Look, Missouri, if everyone is special, then NO ONE is. (Oh, yes, I’ve driven the entire length of 44 with a friend, and not only is every rest stop special, but there are more adult bookstores than I’ve ever seen in my LIFE.) (Of course, the adult bookstore billboards are comingled with the fundamentalist Christian billboards. I think good ol’ Missouri is a bit…confused.)
Awww…this is the liquor store that Rosie and I would drive up to when we were working together earlier this year. Sadly, the county we were opening the store in was a <gasp> DRY county, so we had to hightail it across state lines to get the booze. Which we may or may not have left in a friends’ freezer to “chill” for way too long, resulting in a high-velocity assualt on a bag of frozen peas by a ballistic wine cork.
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I’m really going to miss that job, and all the iPhones in the world can’t really make up for it. Sigh.